A Pussy Girl’s Role Is To Pleasure

The air was thick and hot in the well appointed bedroom, and the space filled with the sharp tang of sweat mixed with the cloying sweetness of arousal, accompanied by moans and the rustle of silk sheets. A large dildo rested on the bedside table, a silent promise of things to come.

“Mmmm Babe, this one was a good find. She’s so eager to please. Ohhfffff her tongue, it’s like she hasn’t eaten in a week!” The woman gasped as Blair’s tongue continued its assault on her pussy. Blair’s face buried between her toned chocolate thighs, the skin soft and smooth against her cheek.

“I haven’t let her cum in a month, Nia, not since I brought her home.” Zola’s voice purred with satisfaction and a hint of pride. “She’s learning that a pussy girl’s role is to pleasure.”