Bitch in heat

Black Angelika stands there with nothing but hunger in her eyes. She wants more than one man tonight. She wants every inch she can take, every thrust, every warm spill across her skin. Her mind is already gone, filled only with the thought of being used until her knees give out. Nick Lang steps in, already hard, already reaching for her. She drops without being told, mouth open, tongue waiting. One cock at a time. Two hands. Wet lips. She takes him deep, gagging just enough to make her eyes water, but she never pulls back. He fucks her throat like he owns it, and she lets him. When he flips her, she spreads without a word. He pushes into her ass, slow at first, then harder, until the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. She moans around the rhythm, back arched, hips rolling to meet every drive. He doesn’t stop. He buries himself until he’s ready, then pulls out and paints her face in thick ropes. She stays there, mouth open, tongue out, letting it drip down her chin while the room goes quiet. One man. One hour. She still wants more.