Red dress slips off shoulders, pooling at her waist. Exposed tits sway as she leans in. Cock. Thick, veined, inches from her glossy lips — she kisses the tip, tongue flicking slow. Living room couch, sheer curtains framing sunlit pool outside. Hands grip base, mouth opens wider, sucking deep. Dress hikes up thighs. He stands over her, feeding more. She pulls back gasping, eyes locked up. Indoor elegance turns raw — cart next to ornate mirror, clock ticking on wall. Pace builds. Her curls bounce with each bob, necklace swinging between bare breasts. Throat works it down, saliva trails. Switches spots, pressed against doorframe, ass out in nothing but heels.
