What Taylor was made for?

Lola was made for one thing: to give men pleasure. She rides hard, sucks with purpose, and every move feels like it’s exactly what she was put here for. You can see it when she climbs on. Her rhythm is steady, her eyes half-lidded with the weight of every inch inside her. She takes her time, rolling her hips until she gets what she wants—her own rush, and his load. She never rushes it. She works him slow, then faster, keeping him on edge until he can’t hold back. When he finishes on her face she leans in, lips parted, catching every drop like it belongs to her.