Brill-iant

David's camera rests on the table. Anastasia Brill knows the effect she has. She pulls her shirt open, big breasts spilling free, and David steps in without a word. She drops to her knees, mouth already open, lips stretching around his cock. She takes him deep, eyes on his face, spit shining on her chin. He fucks her mouth in short, steady thrusts, one hand gripping her black hair. She moans around him, throat working. When he pulls out, strings of saliva stretch between her lips and his shaft. He lifts her onto the table, pushes her thighs apart, and slides in. Her tits bounce with every thrust. He drives harder, skin slapping skin, until he pulls free and finishes across her face. Thick ropes land on her cheeks, her lips, her lashes. Anastasia smiles up at him, cum dripping onto her chest.