Spring Break

Presley Carter gets this new client's call—dude's back is knotting up like a bad pretzel. He's eyeing her up, all squirmy 'cause she's just 19, but she flashes that pro grin and says, 'Relax, I've got this.' Gotta stack that Spring Break cash, right? She leads him upstairs, towel and all, and dives into those tight muscles. But Presley's no rookie at playing the game. Off comes the robe, flashing that sexy tattoo on her hip and those perky B-cup tits—boom, guy's melting like butter. She slides right under the towel, wraps her fingers around his thickening cock, and starts that firm, teasing stroke. Holy shit, the girth on this thing has her hooked; she opts for a glacial pace, savoring every inch like it's her personal playground. Then she goes full deep-throat, super slow and sloppy, tongue swirling the underside while her hands pump the shaft. Just enough spit to glide it smooth, locking eyes the whole way—until he unloads ropes across her tits, grinning like he won the lottery.