Good night kiss

She looks every bit the good girl when she leans in for that good night kiss—soft lips barely brushing his. But the moment her tongue slips out and tastes him, the mood shifts. Blonde hair spills forward as she sinks lower, mouth parting wider. She takes him in, slow at first, then deeper, until her lips are stretched and wet. The satin and lace of her lingerie catch the lamplight while she works him, saliva glistening on his shaft each time she pulls back. His cock is rigid, heavy on her tongue, and she moans around it like she’s tasting something sweet. He stays hard for her, pulsing, and she keeps going until the kiss turns into something much filthier.