Lost Pussy Cat

Dillion’s search turns into something else the moment Bill steps close. She’s on her knees before the talk really starts, mouth stretched around his cock, lips sliding wet and warm while her tongue works every inch. Her big tits sway, bare and heavy, brushing his thighs. When he wants more she rolls onto her back, feet lifted so he can kiss and lick her soles, toes curling against his tongue. He takes her then—slow at first, deep, her tight pussy gripping him, every thrust pushing a soft gasp from her throat. She meets him, hips rolling, legs wrapped tight, and the missing cat fades to nothing. All that’s left is the slick heat between them and the steady, hungry rhythm that leaves them both spent.