Hey dollface!

Tiffany Doll walks in wearing nothing but a teasing smile. Her slender frame, that dark hair framing her face, makes Csoky reach for her without a word. She drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth, slow and wet, until he’s hard against her tongue. He pulls her up, turns her around, and eases into her from behind. The first thrust draws a gasp. He presses deeper, grips her hips, then slides one finger along her tightest spot until she opens for him there too. He works into her ass, steady and deep, every stroke measured. Tiffany breathes hard, pushes back to meet him, and lets him stretch her until she’s trembling. When he’s ready, he pulls out and strokes over her lips, finishing across her face in warm, thick streaks that drip from her chin.