Lace and leather don’t slow her down. She drops to her knees, tongue out, lips stretched around his cock. Every inch disappears. Throat bulges, tears stream. He pulls her up by the hair, flips her on the rug. Ass in the air, she’s begging before he even starts. Deep strokes, wet sounds, her pussy dripping. He pulls out, strokes himself fast — ropes of cum across her tits and lips. She licks it up, still gasping.
