Bangers 3

Ella Reese bats those lashes like she already knows how good the trouble’s gonna be, then sinks down onto Jax Slayher’s lap like the seat’s been saved for her all night. She’s still wearing that sweet little smile when she wraps her fingers around him, strokes the whole heavy length once, twice, just enough to feel every vein throb under her palm. When she stands and slips out of the lace, it takes one smooth push before that slick heat swallows every inch down to the base. She pauses, gasps, rocks her hips like the depth is a secret between them, then leans in to take his mouth while her pussy flexes around him in tight, slick little pulses. Jax grips her waist, knuckles whitening, and she just laughs low against his lips, proud of the way her slick coats him every time she rises and falls.