Devil Pussy

Clover hasn’t touched pussy since that teeth flick. Brooklyn’s got the cure. She rubs his tight body until his shoulders drop, then notices how jumpy he still is at the soft stuff. When his dick finally twitches for her fist, she grins and slides it between her tattooed tits, warm and heavy with no bite in sight. She spreads her legs, lets him check for himself—no choppers, just slick heat. A quick teeth joke makes him flinch, but she laughs and swallows his cock down her throat instead, working him deep until spit runs. She teases her pussy over the head, then slips underneath so he has no choice but to trust her mouth and those big, soft tits to finish him. Thick ropes paint her tongue and drip over her chest, proof the cure worked.