Private Calls - Episode 15

A man strokes himself, and who doesn’t crave a woman’s touch at that moment? Aurora Snow steps in with her friends. She drops to her knees, wraps her fingers around his cock, and takes the head between her lips. Her tongue swirls, slick and warm, while another woman kisses his neck and a third slides her hand over his balls, pressing, rolling. Aurora lowers until the shaft vanishes down her throat, lips sealed tight around the base. She holds him there, swallows once, twice, then rises again, saliva trailing from her mouth to his glistening skin. They work him as a unit—hands twisting, tongues meeting at the tip, soft wet sounds filling the room. He pushes his hips, meeting every stroke. Aurora takes him again, deeper, throat opening in one smooth glide. Her friends keep him pinned in pleasure, mouths and fingers never idle. He comes hard, pulsing across Aurora’s tongue while the others press closer, licking, tasting, sharing every drop.