No Time To Waste

Mary Rock has no patience for foreplay. She takes Vince Carter’s cock in both hands and guides it straight to her mouth, lips stretching as she sucks him deep. Her small breasts rise and fall with every wet pull she gives him, nipples tight. She works him until her spit runs down his shaft, then turns and presents herself—ass up, pussy glistening—hungry for more than a tease. Vince sinks into her from behind, her tight heat gripping every inch, and her moans come quick and honest. He shifts higher, pressing against her ass, and she pushes back to take him. The stretch pulls another sharp cry from her throat, but she holds steady, letting him open her completely. Each thrust drives deeper, and she reaches back to spread herself wider, eager to feel the full length buried. When he pulls free, she spins around without pause, taking him straight from her ass to her mouth again, tasting the heat she just received. Her tongue swirls, cleaning every trace, and she keeps him hard and slick until he’s ready to finish. Vince strokes once, twice, then paints her parted lips and flushed cheeks with thick ropes. Mary doesn’t flinch; she keeps her eyes on him, mouth open, letting every drop land where she can taste it.