The Card Counter

Tony Martinez walks in for a massage, and lucky bastard gets Tiffany Fox. She’s a blonde with natural tits and zero shame. They chat while she works, swapping stories like old buddies. Before he knows it she’s suggesting she could be his on-the-road therapist—wink, wink. She shrugs the robe off, tits out, ready to work. When Tony flips, Tiffany takes a long look at his cock, then her hand slides under the towel and wraps around it. He’s already stiffening, so she leans down and takes him in her mouth. She sucks the head slow, strokes the shaft, then licks down to his balls, pulling one in, then the other. Her tongue’s busy and her hand never stops. Tony’s breathing harder, so Tiffany climbs up, swings a leg over, and plants her pussy right on his face. She’s got big, juicy lips and he buries his mouth in them, tongue working while she rides his mouth. She keeps blowing him, but when he starts to lose it she pops him out, aims him at her chest, and lets him paint those perfect tits and nipples.