Mia Bella Sicilia

Sicilia moves like Italian fire in her blood. She takes the cock deep and hungry, blonde hair falling across her face as she works it. Each stroke grows bolder, wetter. Her lips stretch around the thick shaft while her eyes stay locked on his. The hunger builds fast. Soon she is swallowing him whole, spit glistening down her chin, moaning each time he pushes farther. She grabs his hips and pulls him in harder, throat opening to take every inch. When he finally pulls free and paints her face, she stays there, mouth open, licking what she can reach, tasting every drop like it was made for her alone.