Chocolate adoration

Bailey’s a shameless flirt and she eats it up. She lounges back, bare legs on full display, and watches Jamaica lose his mind over them. The moment he drops to his knees, kisses the back of her calf and starts thanking heaven like a lucky beggar, her smirk turns feral. Then that bulge in his pants gives itself away—thick, jet-black, seriously straining denim. Bailey feels the drop of heat between her thighs and can’t help grinning. “You adore these legs?” she teases, lifting one high enough to rest her arch right on the knot of denim. Jamaica groans, mouth worshipping every inch of smooth skin while his cock throbs insistently. She toys with him a second longer, pressing her foot down, then pops the button free. Out springs that heavy, veined shaft—pulsing, oversized, darker than midnight. Bailey’s breath hitches, hips giving an excited little twitch. He’s so hard it almost bobs by itself. She hooks a pink toe under the heavy length, lifts it, feels its surprising heft, then grins wider. “Looks like Jamaica brought a whole flagpole for my pretty legs,” she quips. Seconds later she wraps both calves around him, soft skin sliding over slick, dark flesh, stroking in lazy, filthy rhythm while Jamaica moans like a condemned man tasting salvation. Bailey licks her lips, absolutely delighted that her own charms are driving the big guy wild—and equally thrilled that this hulking monster of a cock wants nothing more than to worship the rest of her body next.