Dark vixen

Picture this smoky-eyed knockout slinking into view. She goes by Lara Stevens. Low-slung leather pants cling to her ass like a second skin while a half-open corset pushes a pair of full, heavy tits up until the soft pink of each areola peeks out. In her gloved fist she grips a thick, throbbing cock, slick with spit and pre-come, sliding up and down the glossy length with slow, wicked strokes. Her tongue darts out, tracing a shiny trail from the base to the swollen head, the gleam of saliva catching the low red light around them. Her eyes—hooded, greedy—flash up through thick lashes. The guy bucks his hips, hungry for more of that hot little mouth, and she smirks, lips already shiny with drool. A drop rolls down his shaft, hits her knuckles, and she licks it right off without missing a beat. Oh, he’s in trouble now.