Rebecca, a smoldering siren, is drawn to the ebony cock like a moth to a flame. She approaches it, her eyes hungry, her body language predatory. She circles it, her breath coming in short, hot puffs, her eyes never leaving her prize. She leans in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, her lips parting to take it in. She sucks, her head moving in a steady rhythm, her hand working the shaft, her other hand cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The room fills with the sound of her wet, smacking lips, his groans of pleasure, and the scent of smoke and sex, a heady combination that leaves both of them breathless.