Black Lace Angel

Shrima Malati slides her hand down his stomach and grabs him. Hard. She wants this tonight—his whole length, buried deep where she's tightest. She turns, spreads herself open with both hands, and backs onto him slow. The head pushes past her rim, and she keeps going until her ass sits flush against him, every inch inside. He grips her hips and starts to fuck her proper, long strokes that make her moan low in her throat. She pushes back to meet him every time, taking it all. Sweat beads on her skin, runs down the curve of her tits. When he finally pulls out, she drops to her hands and knees without a word, leans in, and takes him into her mouth. He comes hard across her tongue and she swallows what she can, the rest dripping from her lips onto her chin.