From Frame to Fame

Dominica poses for the camera like she owns the lens. Her breasts swell against the fabric, nipples already tight. She drops the pretense fast. Kneels. Takes him in her mouth with slow, wet pulls, tongue working the underside until spit runs down her chin. He thickens between her lips and she moans around the weight of it. When he pulls her up, she turns without asking. Bends. He spreads her ass, lines up, and sinks into her. She gasps once, then pushes back to take him deeper. Her tits swing with every thrust. He grips her hips, drives harder. She comes first, clenching around him, breath ragged. He pulls out at the last second. She stays on her knees, mouth open. He paints her face in thick ropes that drip off her lips and streak across her cheek.