More of Moore!

Michelle Moore looks like trouble wrapped in silk. She arrived at Toby's place with that sweet, quiet smile, but once the door closed, everything changed. She moved with purpose—hungry, sure of herself. Clothes hit the floor fast. She took him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, eyes locked on his, no hesitation. When she turned, offering herself without a word, he knew exactly what she wanted. He slid into her ass, steady and deep, while her breath caught and her hands gripped the sheets. She took every inch like she'd been waiting for it. The rhythm built hard, fast, until he pulled out and finished across her face, streaks of heat painting her flushed skin. She didn't flinch. She smiled. One taste, and it's obvious—he'll want more of Miss Moore.