Blue lace barely holds her tits together before she yanks it off like a cheap stripper. Thong snaps mid-thigh, leaving nothing but bare ass cheeks and slick pussy lips glistening under the dim light. Chair creaks as she leans forward—cock hits the back of her throat hard. No slow build here. Teeth scrape along shaft while she works his dick like a pro whore who’s done this too many times to count. Cumshot splatters against the wall when he finally loses control, ropes coating her chin and dripping onto the floor. Later? She’s bent over that same damn chair again, fingers two-shotting herself while watching him stroke himself. Panting like a dog in heat.
