Coco, the Maid

Coco walked into the suite expecting rumpled sheets. Instead she found a famous cock standing straight up like it had been waiting just for her. Toby lay back on the pillows, already hard, already offering. She set the towels aside, knelt without a word, and wrapped her fingers around him. Her mouth followed, lips sliding down the shaft until her nose brushed skin. She took her time, wet and steady, letting her tongue work every inch. When he was slick and heavy on her tongue, she climbed over him, short black hair falling into her eyes, and sank down onto the length of him. Her pussy gripped tight as she rocked, taking him deeper with each roll of her hips. He held her waist, watched her move, watched her face tighten when she came. After she finished, she slid off and dropped to her knees again, mouth open, eyes up. He finished across her cheeks and lips in thick, warm ropes, and Coco stayed there, breathing hard, letting it drip.