Black lace stockings, garter belt snapping open mid-kiss—she didn’t expect anyone watching as she yanks the maid down by the hair. Tongue buried deep between trembling thighs, fingers tangled in wet curls. ‘You know what happens if you stop,’ her voice a growl through clenched teeth. Ass lifts off the mattress when it gets too rough, but those heels stay planted—no escape. Cum dripping down chin as she rides that face harder than any cock.
