Kira Queen's Spy Passions

Kira stands there, towering over him with that wicked little smirk, while he lays butt-naked on the sheets. She’s got him by the balls – literally. If he wants to walk out of that room without getting caught, he’s got to earn it, and she’s not about to make it easy. Her big tits bounce as she climbs on the mattress, legs spread, fingers already working between her wet folds. She’s dripping, teasing herself while he watches, then grabs his wrist and shoves his hand right where she wants it. Two fingers deep, pumping hard, her hips rolling against his palm like she’s daring him to keep up. Just when he thinks he’s got the rhythm, she yanks his hand free, brings his fingers to her lips, and sucks them clean with a filthy moan. Then she drops down, tits pressing into his chest, mouth wrapping around his cock like she owns it. She sucks him sloppy, taking him deep, spit running down his balls while her hand works what her mouth can’t reach. Every time she pulls off, she grins up at him, lips shiny, knowing exactly how bad he needs to finish what she started if he wants that door to open.