Work Those Thighs

Leyla lives for these sessions with Toby. She stretches, he watches, and within seconds her thong is yanked aside. He slaps her ass, lines up, and drives his cock straight down her throat while his tongue works her rim. She chokes on it, moans around the shaft, and keeps her thighs spread. The bench stays clean for maybe a minute. Then sweat, spit, and the wet slap of skin ruin the surface while he fucks her from behind. Her thighs quiver with every thrust. He pulls out at the end and paints her face, thick ropes landing across her lips and cheek while she smiles through the mess.