Didn’t expect to see this. Blonde in a bikini top—no bra—sprawled over him like she’s auditioning for something dirty. Tongue down his throat so deep he’s gagging, eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. Then that—she turns around slow as hell, ass up in the air, panties already soaked through. One finger inside herself before he even gets close enough to touch her. No lube needed when her cunt clamps down like a vise mid-stroke. Cock buried past that tight ring with just one thrust—her nails dig into the carpet as he slams into her from behind. The couch cushions get tossed aside when she finally rolls onto her back again; legs wrapped around his waist like vices.
