Flip-Fucked by Jordan Starr
He fucked me until I leaked

Jordan’s mouth wrapped around my dick like he knew what I needed. I stood over him, watched him work his throat, and held the back of his head while I fed it to him. You’ll see it clearly—his lips stretched, his throat bulging, his moan vibrating up the shaft. I used his mouth until I got impatient. I pulled him to the bed and bent him forward. I spread his ass open and pushed inside, full length, no warm-up, just buried deep. You’ll hear it—wet, raw, and freaking loud.

He took it like a champ. So I fucked him doggy, slow at first, then harder—rocking into him, driving deep, making him slide across the bed. I pulled out, sat up, and pulled him on top. He sat on my dick, legs wide, chest flexed, his hole clenching around me while he sank down. He rode me, dripping sweat, grinding deep, bouncing slow. You’ll see his whole body flex every time I slam up into him.

I wasn’t done. I leaned back, kept fucking him while I dropped my mouth to his dick. You’ll watch me suck him while I stay inside, his moans split between mouth and ass, his thighs shaking. Then I flipped it. I pushed him down, climbed on top, and rode him hard, slamming down until he grabbed my waist and held me there. I gave him everything. Every inch. Every grind.

Then he came. Inside me. Full release. You’ll see me freeze on it, take it, stay buried on his lap while he pulses deep. This is what you paid for. You made the right choice. Go watch me fill him up—and watch him fill me back.