The Nymphomaniac

Nia lives in a state of constant hunger. Her fingers usually handle the problem, sliding through slick folds when the ache won’t quit, but fingers never quite do the trick. Zack steps up anyway. He watches her climb onto him, black hair falling over her bare shoulders, and takes her mouth first. Her lips wrap tight around his cock, wet and hungry, tongue working every inch until spit runs down her chin. When she climbs higher, she sinks onto him without hesitation, taking every hard inch until her pussy swallows him to the root. She rides hard, hips rolling and snapping, her slick heat gripping him with every thrust. Zack grips her waist and drives upward, meeting her pace, pounding into that dripping cunt until neither of them can hold back. He pulls out at the last second and paints her face with thick ropes, leaving streaks across her flushed skin and parted lips.