She’s got that desperate look—blonde hair wild, red tank stretched tight over tits begging for hands. Cock slides right into her mouth before she even finishes unbuttoning. No teasing here, just raw hunger: lips wrapped around thick flesh while fingers dig into hips like she’s holding on for dear life. Couch becomes the stage next—ass up, face pressed into cushions as he lines it up without warning. That first stretch makes her gasp but not stop; tongue already working double-time on whatever else is left exposed. Deep strokes pound in until she’s screaming against the fabric.
