Black on Black

The blonde keeps her eyes on him as she sinks to her knees, lips parted, tits heavy and bare. She works him over with slow, wet strokes, tongue sliding along the shaft, mouth stretching wide around the girth. Spit gathers at the corners of her lips and drips down her chin. He threads his fingers through her hair, guiding the rhythm, pushing deeper each time she opens for him. When he pulls her up and bends her forward, she braces against the wall and spreads wider, ready. He slides in from behind, thick and steady, filling her in one long push. She rocks back to meet each thrust, tits swinging beneath her. He grips her waist, driving in harder, the wet sounds loud between them. Every stroke hits deeper. Her breath breaks into sharp gasps. He keeps her pinned there, hips snapping forward until the tension crests and he spills inside, pulling out slow, leaving her trembling and slick.