Into the foxhole

Ilona Fox sinks onto the couch, thighs spread, cunt already glistening. She pulls Toby in with a practiced hand and wraps her lips around his cock, cheeks hollowing, black hair brushing his stomach as she works him deeper. When she turns, ass high, he presses straight into her tighter hole, and her moan cracks sharp as he stretches her open. She takes every inch without pause, pushing back until his hips slap her cheeks. He pulls out just in time, strokes himself once, twice, and paints her pretty face in thick, hot ropes that streak across her lashes and lips.