Thirsty?

Biby Noel's dark eyes hold a clear promise. She steps close to Toby, drops to her knees, and takes him in her mouth. Her lips slide wet and slow, tongue curling around every inch. She holds the rhythm until he’s rigid and gleaming, then she turns and offers her ass. Toby grips her hips and drives straight in, the tight heat gripping him with each thrust. He fucks her hard, pace rising, sweat slicking their skin. Biby pushes back to meet every stroke, breath catching on the edge of pleasure, and Toby stays buried in her until release pulls them both under.