Private Dancer

Kitana Lure’s big tits strain against the thin silk of her dress as she crosses the room. The fabric clings to every curve. She’s wet, restless, and ready for someone to fill her. Kristof is already hard when she finds him. No words. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, and sucks with slow, deep pulls, saliva running down his shaft. He lets her set the pace for a moment, then grips her hair and drives deeper. When he finally spins her around and bends her over, her dress is already bunched at her waist. His fingers slip between her cheeks, teasing the tight ring of muscle, then slide lower to work her dripping cunt until her thighs tremble. Only when she’s dripping down his knuckles does he press the swollen head of his cock to her ass and push in. She gasps, then moans, and the sound makes him thrust harder. He takes her ass in long, measured strokes, stretching her until her body starts to rock with his. Every thrust knocks the air from her lungs, and still she pushes back for more.