As his cock droops before her, already half-hard, Seri can’t help but feel a soft tingle. This is just business, and she needs to be quick. But after her treatment in the VIP suite, it doesn’t mean she can’t have a little fun…
Thank Kriff he’s clean.
She lets him rest against her cheek as he grows harder, then guides him between her lips, which wrap around him deftly. Her cheeks hollow with a few experimental sucks, gilding her mouth over him with a rock of her squatting body. She bobs twice, three times, four… and then brings him past her uvula and into her throat. Her mouth presses flush to his crotch, her cheeks and the muscles of her throat massaging his length. Her eyes flicker up to meet his, just to really drive the message home.
Then she pulls back, releasing him from the seal of her tight little throat, taking long, swift slurps of his member, speeding up her bobbing, with no intention of taking her time here.