Gizelle Blanco Gets The Consent To Suck Dick

Gizelle walked in from her graveyard shift, boots still on. Jax was belly-down, dead to the world, but the note stuck to his bare ass was loud and clear: wake-up BJ authorized. She peeled it off, gave his cheek a hard smack, rolled him, and swallowed him to the root. First pump of her mouth had Jax up and grinning, already reaching. He flipped her onto her back, spread her wide and drove straight in. Missionary, deep, hitting that spot until her legs shook and she came the first time around him. Still pulsing, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, bent her forward and fucked her standing, hips slapping so loud it echoed. Another hard orgasm rippled through her and she was cursing into the sheets. When he eased out, she climbed on top, knees planted, and started riding like she wanted to break furniture. Cowgirl grind, fast, wet, balls-deep each bounce until Jax pulled free and painted her face white. Best damn start to the day either of them could ask for.