Obsessed with cock

Paula Sky has a hunger that shows. She wraps her fingers around the shaft like she owns it, strokes slow, then faster, eyes locked on every twitch. When she lowers her mouth, she takes the whole length, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin. Red hair falls across her face as she works, hungry and focused, hips rocking against nothing because the cock in front of her is enough. She shifts onto her back, legs spread wide, guiding that hard length between her slick folds, taking it deep with a low moan. Every thrust makes her arch, nails raking down his back, mouth open, breath short. She never lets go, never looks away—just rides and sucks and strokes like she was born for it.