Hardcore butterfly

Olivya had enough of safe shoots. She decided it was time to let the camera see what she had been holding back. So she opened her legs and her mouth on set. Her slim body curved around him, pale and smooth, blonde hair brushing his thighs as she took him deep. She stayed in position, hips lifted, letting him sink in from above until her stomach tightened and she came with a soft, sharp cry. He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried, pulsing, filling her while she held still and took every drop.