I Toetally Missed You

Shalina Devine stands in the doorway, golden hair catching the light, her body already humming with need. Josh Jo is barely inside when she drops to her knees. Her mouth opens, takes him deep, then deeper, throat working around him in one smooth glide. She pulls back, spit glistening on his shaft, then does it again. He groans, hands in her hair. She rises, turns, and slides onto the bed. Her feet find him. Toes wrap around his cock, flexing, stroking, working him with deliberate pressure. Every movement precise, every squeeze measured. He watches her, breathing hard, eyes fixed on the way her soles glide over him. Then he has her on her back. Legs spread. He pushes inside in one long thrust, filling her. She gasps, hips rising to meet him. He drives deeper, hips slapping against her ass, her wetness coating him. Her tits bounce with each stroke. Her breath breaks into moans. She takes every inch, legs locked around his waist, pulling him in harder. He fucks her like he means to leave her shaking, and she lets him.