Hotel Room Fucking

Angelin Joy peels off her clothes and slips into those clear heels. She lies back, legs open, and takes two fingers first—slow, deep circles that leave her slick and breathing hard. The redhead leans in after that, mouth open wide, and swallows him to the root. Her throat works around the thick length until spit runs down her chin. She pulls off, turns over, and presents herself. He pushes in, steady and unrelenting, opening her until she gapes around him. Her moans turn ragged as he drives deeper, hips slapping skin. When he’s close he pulls out and paints her face in thick streaks, the mess sliding down her flushed cheeks while she catches her breath.