Smokes and Mirrors

Ferrara

Smokes and mirrors.

That was where all those thoughts went, the moment she palmed my cock, and dropped to her knees in front of me.

Unholy crispes...

Soft palms gently removed the condom and had it on the floors, pink tongue darting out and swiping against the head of my cock.

Fucking murder me.

Those diamond pupils looked up to meet mine, and I almost came again.

My cock was already hardening, thickening from her palm wrapping around it, my sticky cum providing lubrication as she ran her enclosed palm up and down it.

"Katya..." I muttered deeply, my hand cupping her face as my thumb caressed her lips which appeared fuller, swollen from my kisses.

She looked down to my cock and placed a brief kiss on the tip.

My fingers automatically slipped into her hair and tilted her face, my dick growing and pointing towards her.

Then she opened her mouth, and slipped my cock into her mouth.

The need to take a picture burned within me.

Katya on her knees, her breasts bouncing as sh