Wet Strokes for a Dark-Haired Streetwalker

Thick cock glistens under the dim light as her fingers wrap tight around the shaft, knuckles white with each rapid stroke. Dark hair falls forward as she leans in closer, her breath hot against the tip before she swallows half with a slow gulp. The chair behind her creaks with every shift of her weight, her thighs pressing together as she works him over. Her nails dig into the base each time she pulls back, leaving faint red marks on the skin. Watching him swell in her grip, she can’t resist licking her lips before diving back down for another round.