Mooning

Regina leans against the window frame, her blonde hair catching late afternoon light, and wonders if the man passing below can sense the heat between her thighs. Her mind drifts to thick cocks standing proud, then the doorbell rings. Zenza steps inside and her gaze drops straight to the hard outline pressing against his jeans. She drops to her knees before words are spoken. Her full breasts sway as she opens his fly and pulls him free. The teen's mouth slides down his length in one smooth motion, wet and greedy. Her tongue circles the head each time she rises, saliva glistening on his skin. Zenza groans, fists her hair, and fucks her throat in steady strokes. When he’s close, Regina pulls off, tilts her face up, and takes every pulse across her lips and cheeks. Thick ropes land on flushed skin while she looks up at him, mouth open, catching the last drops on her tongue.