Always horny

Cipriana walks around on fire. One look at her tells you what she wants. Toby’s hand hovers at his fly because he already knows what’s coming. He pulls it down and feeds her the thick length she’s been craving. Her red hair is cut short, still damp from the shower. She drops to her knees, opens wide, and takes him in. Wet lips slide, tongue works, she hums when the head nudges the back of her throat. Toby groans, steadying himself on the wall while her mouth keeps its rhythm. When she’s had her fill she climbs on, settles on that cock, and rides until every drop is hers. Only then does she ease off, lips curved in a satisfied smile.