Chocolate lover

Myra knows how chocolate hits the right spots. Those curves tell the story. Today she picked the lean kind. His dark cock. Thick, warm, just as sweet. She takes him slow at first, lips stretched tight around the head. Her blonde hair falls forward, brushing his thighs. He watches her cheeks hollow. The heft of her tits rests heavy against his balls, pale and round. Every inch she swallows earns another soft moan from her throat. When she comes up for air, spit glistens along his length. She smiles, tongue flicking over the crown like she is tasting the last of a good bar. He sits her on the edge of the bed, spreads her ass, and presses forward. Her breath catches as the thick head sinks in. She rocks back, taking more, letting him open her. Sweat beads on her spine. Her tits swing beneath her, brushing the sheets. He grips her hips, pushes deeper, finds the spot that makes her whimper his name. She comes hard, tight around him, blonde hair stuck to her cheek. He doesn’t stop. He gives her every inch she came for.