Glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, the blonde doctor kneels between the black woman’s spread thighs, fingers working in slow circles. Her red top rides up as she bends low, mouth meeting slick flesh with practiced precision. The black-haired woman grips the couch edge, hips lifting to meet every stroke of her tongue. Glasses fog with heat, her focus absolute as she works her way up to the main event. Deep breaths, flushed cheeks, the black woman’s moans fill the room while the blonde’s hands never stop moving. Kiera King takes her time, thorough in every sense of the word.
