Stretching Routine

Brenna Sparks arches on the living-room floor, her breasts straining against her tank. The door clicks. She doesn’t look up; she only peels the top down. His cock is already thick when she turns and crawls the short distance. She takes him to the back of her throat in one slow glide, jaw open, eyes locked on his. The fabric of her leggings peels away with a single tug. She folds forward until her forehead meets her knee, hips high, letting him slide deeper still. Her tits swing heavy with every thrust. When he pulls out, thick ropes paint the deep curve of her chest, sliding down between the two full swells she cups for him.