Immigrant issues

Landing on the Office of Emigration's radar without a green card puts Sammia Duarte up shit creek. The gorgeous little vixen finds herself backed into a corner, but she's no stranger to slippery situations. Luckily she's the type who knows exactly how to work an angle—especially when that angle happens to be stiff and pulsing right between Toby's legs. Sammia doesn't play by the rules, and right now rules are the least of her concerns. She needs leverage, and she's gunning straight for it, lips parted and already measuring the length of Toby's shaft with her tongue. No easy exits here. Just the slick, hungry grip of her mouth working like its got something to prove. Each bob gets deeper, more determined, like she's swearing on his balls she'll gag down every inch if that's what it takes to keep her name off the wrong lists. Sammia knows it and Toby knows it—those pretty cheeks sucking around him get the job done. Her throat clenches around the crown of his cock in desperate promise, saliva dripping onto his balls while she stares up, playful and shameless. Another hard suck and she's silent. Office visits like this one never end with deportation—just another satisfied smirk when Sammia wipes the corners of her mouth, throat just a little sore, ticket to stay stamped with something new on her tongue.