Jena LaRose Ready To Suck

The seductive Jena LaRose tosses her long, chestnut hair over her shoulder as she enters the dimly lit room. The door clicks behind her with a sense of finality, sealing her inside with the object of her deepest, most secret desires. Her emerald eyes glitter with anticipation as they alight on the figure lying on the bed, reclining naked on the plush, crimson silk sheets.

Jena saunters closer, her hips swaying sensuously with each step. She can feel the heat of his gaze raking over her curves, peeling away the thin, lacy fabric of her lingerie that barely conceals her body. A shiver of excitement races down her spine. She knows he wants her. Craves her. Just as much as she craves him.

Climbing onto the bed, Jena crawls up the length of his body like a sleek, hungry predator, trailing kisses along his skin as she goes. She pauses when she reaches his abdomen, her tongue darting out to circle his navel before delving in, tasting him. A deep, guttural groan rumbles in his chest. The sound emboldens her.

Jena glides higher, her full, lush breasts brushing against his skin, teasing him shamelessly. She rises up until she’s poised above him, mouth hovering just a scant inch from his. They share breath for a long, heated moment, desire crackling between them like an electric charge. Then their lips collide in a blistering kiss, tongues twining, lost to the taste and feel of one another.

HIs hands come up to palm her breasts, thumb and forefingers rolling and tugging at her stiffened nipples. Jena arches into his touch, a little mewl of pleasure escaping her. She wants more. Needed more. Needed to feel him heavy and hard against her tongue, filling her mouth, his unique, musky essence flooding her senses.

Slowly, torturously so, Jena starts to inch lower, trailing more scorching kisses down his neck and shoulders. His fingers tighten in her hair as she moves lower still, scraping her teeth along the ridges of his abdomen. Farther and farther she goes, until her hair tickles his groin and the broad, swollen head of his cock nudges against her parted lips.

Jena looks up at him through thick lashes, her eyes dark with lust, and she licks him from root to tip. His groan is music to her ears, spurring her on. She swirls her tongue around the Crown of his erection, dipping into the weeping slit to lap up the moisture gathered there. He tastes so good, so male and primal. She can’t resist taking him into her mouth.

Jena opens wide and envelops his substantial length in one smooth glide, taking him to the back of her throat with a low, appreciative hum. Oh, he’s perfect. Hot and hard and heavy on her tongue. She holds him there a moment, swirling her tongue around his girth, savoring the thickness of him, before slowly drawing back up his shaft until only the tip remains between her lips. Then she sinks back down, setting a steady rhythm of suck and swallow.

Her hand joins in, stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth, tightening around him as she draws him back out. She pumps him in time with the bobbing of her head, her mouth a slick, wet channel for his pleasure. His hips start to flex, thrusting shallowly into her mouth, seeking more of her heat. Jena lets him, surrendering control to his need.

She relishes the salty tang of his skin, the feel of him pulsing against her tongue. His throaty groans and whispered curses inflame her own desire, and her thighs clench together as dampness pools between them. Sucking him is all she can think about, all she wants. She needs to feel him lose himself, need to feel his essence sliding down her throat as she takes him apart with her mouth.

Jena doubles her efforts, sucking harder, taking him faster, deeper. Her other hand drifts down to fondle his balls as her fingers pump up and down his shaft. He’s so close, she can feel it in the tension of his body, in the way his breath comes faster and his thrusts grow erratic. She pushes him closer to the edge, aching for his release, craving his surrender.

With a strangled cry, he shatters, spilling himself in long, scalding jets down her throat. Jena swallows it all, taking everything he has to give her, relishing his flavor. She milks him for every last drop until he collapses back against the bed in satiation, spent and panting harshly.

Jena sits back on her heels with a wicked smile, licking her lips. “God, I love sucking your cock,” she purrs, voice husky from the intensity of her own arousal. “Nothing tastes quite like your come. So rich and sweet and all mine.”

She starts to move lower, drawn by the fresh bead of moisture gathering at the tip of his shaft. There will be second helpings for her and she planned to take her fill. He’s not fully soft yet, and the seconds reminders of what she can still enjoy if he’ll let her have it sending tingles down her spine. But Jena knows she won’t allow herself to be satisfied until she has licked every inch of him, lapping up every offering. Only then, when she has tasted his very essence, will she allow herself to bask in her own release.

And so, Jena LaRose begins to work him once again, savoring the finest treat on offer, as she loses herself in her favorite – and filthiest – hobby: guzzling come