Thumb War Glory Whore

Ethan hurts his thumb—the same thumb that pulls in half a million when he tops the charts. Vivienne rolls her eyes, then clocks the paycheck. Money talks louder than jokes. She slaps a bandage on it, watches it fail, and decides to earn her cut. Her price? Ethan has to eat first. She hops onto the counter, spreads, and he licks her slit until it’s glossy. They hit the couch; Vivienne swallows his cock in one sloppy slide while he works two fingers inside her. She climbs on, rides like she’s late for rent, then bends for doggy so he can slap her ass and watch her grip him. Her orgasms hit hard. When he’s done pounding, she drops to her knees, opens wide, and takes every drop across her tongue.