She walked in like she owned the room — socks up, skirt short, that ponytail perfect for gripping. I didn’t even undress at first. Just kicked back, cock still caged, watching her squirm with need. Then I gave her what she came for: full nude exposure, legs spread, balls bare and waiting.
And oh, did she dive in. Tongue slathering my sac — warm, wet, insatiable — licking from root to rim like she was tracing a map to heaven. No hesitation. Just pure, greedy devotion. Then she went lower. Face buried, tongue spreading me open, rimming with feverish focus — swirling, pressing, moaning into my asshole like it was her favorite flavor. I almost lost it right there.
But I saved the best for last.
Condom on. She knelt. Hands behind her back. Eyes wide. And I fed her my cock — deep, hard, unrelenting. No pace, just punishment. I didn’t ask — I took.
Then — release. Hip slams. Grunts. And a thick, pulsing load — not inside, but all over. Cheeks. Nose. That pouty mout
