Black widow

Lady Armani waits in black lace, the contrast of dark satin against her pale skin. She drops to her knees the moment the white cock appears. Lips stretch, tongue works, she takes him deep and keeps going until his shaft glistens with spit. When he’s hard enough, she turns, spreads, and guides him straight into her ass. Each thrust rocks her forward; the lace stays on, framing every slap of skin. She moans, pushes back, takes every inch until his rhythm falters. He pulls out, she opens her mouth again, and the thick load lands on her tongue. She swallows, then catches his shaft once more, soft now, ready for later.