She knew someone was watching when she stripped in front of him—blonde tits swinging as she teased that fat red toy between her thighs. Then he dropped to his knees first, tongue deep before she even had time to gasp. But this wasn’t about just one of them getting off. The bed creaked under their bodies as they switched roles mid-thrust: her ass slamming onto his cock from behind while he gripped the sheets like it was saving him; then she flipped him onto his back and straddled his face, grinding down so hard the headboard rattled. No foreplay—just raw hunger.
