Her Bikini Bottom

Lily Blossom lays out on white sheets, her blonde hair loose, her bikini bottom the only thing between her and what she wants. Francis steps in. She pulls the strings herself and lets the fabric fall. He spreads her thighs and finds her already wet. Two fingers slide in easy. He works them deep, watching her face change with each stroke. She reaches for his cock, pulls him close, and takes him in her mouth while his fingers stay busy inside her. They shift without breaking contact, her lips still moving over him, his tongue on her clit. She moans around his length. When he lifts her hips and presses in from behind, the first push is slow, deliberate. She takes every inch. The rhythm builds fast. Her natural tits rock with each thrust. He grips her hips tighter, drives deeper, and she pushes back to meet him, breath catching every time he bottoms out.