Rikki Six

Rikki Six looks like a rail-thin blonde who sprang out of some dirty sci-fi comic, fake tits jiggling at half-time. She’s always racing the clock, rushing like her next orgasm is printed on the schedule. When she dives for a cock, her mouth turns into a suction-swallowing machine; the tongue slides out so far it slaps your balls like it’s trying to check if the melon’s ripe. She pumps her whole skinny frame, head bobbing like a piston, fingers dancing between her legs to match the beat. Once the first hot ribbon splatters, she snaps her lips open, catching every spurt the way kids catch snowflakes on their tongues, then swallows it in one messy, audible gulp. A smirk pops out after that little *pop* sound. "I came, and I conquered!" she chirps, like world domination tastes like salted nuts.