Lana Smalls

Lana turns on James the second Dr. Jax asks what’s wrong. Every complaint spills out—sharp, ugly, nonstop. Jax cuts them off before their bickering turns into a full-blown fight. He offers them his new “WOKE” therapy, says it’s working with couples like them. They’re desperate, so they agree. Jax looks them both in the eye. Do you trust me? They nod. He unzips, pulls out his thick cock, and tells Lana to suck it. James tries to object, but Lana snaps at him to shut the fuck up—Jax is a doctor, he knows what he’s doing. Jax eyes James. You’re not anti-WOKE, are you? James swallows hard, claims he’s woke, tells Jax to continue. Lana drops to her knees and goes to work, choking on Jax’s cock like she’s starving. When Jax bends her over, her words turn to broken sounds while he pounds her shaved pussy, tattoos flexing with every thrust. At the end Jax pulls out, paints her face with thick ropes, and she licks every drop off her lips like it’s medicine. Relationship saved.