Slave of sex

She might look sweet and shy, but the fantasy never leaves her head. She wants a man who takes what he needs and leaves nothing behind. When the door opens and the real thing steps through, she feels it in her stomach first. His size, the dark weight swinging between his legs, makes her mouth water before he even touches her. She drops to her knees without a word. The first taste is thick and heavy on her tongue, stretching her lips wide. She works him deep until spit runs down her chin, eyes glassy, throat fluttering around every inch. He pulls her up, bends her over, and drives straight into the tight heat between her legs. Her little blonde pussy grips him, stretches around the thick shaft, wet sounds filling the room with every thrust. He fucks her harder, using her the way she craves. When he’s ready, he pulls out and paints her pretty face with hot, heavy ropes that drip from her lashes and lips.