Marilyn's wild side

She’s the kind of girl who stares straight through you. Those pale-blue eyes hold you tighter than any body ever could, and she knows it. Everything else is sleek, slender, almost delicate, yet you keep coming back to that same wicked, feline stare. The real show starts when she decides to prove it. Marilyn drops to her knees, eyes never leaving his, and takes his cock deep into her warm mouth. Every slow suck is edged with hunger. She works him until spit trails down her chin, until he’s rock-hard and twitching, and only then does she climb on. She rides like she’s settling a score. Hips roll and snap, taking him to the hilt, breasts brushing his chest every time she leans in. She doesn’t slow when her thighs start to burn. She just grinds harder, tighter, chasing the moment she knows is coming. When he finally spills, it’s across her tongue, and she swallows like she’s been waiting for it all night.