Doris Ivy on the run

Doris Ivy knows the back room of a hotel is no place for secrets. But when you're on the run and the only way out is through the back door, the rules bend fast. She starts with her fingers, wet and greedy, working her cunt in the shadows until her breath hitches and her knees shake. Then he steps in. Thick cock, hungry mouth, and no time for sweet talk. She drops to her knees, lips parting, throat relaxing as he pushes past her tongue. When he bends her over the crates, he doesn't waste time. One steady thrust and he's buried in her ass, stretching her open while she bites down on her own arm. He fucks her like a man with a deadline, hips slapping, balls tight. When he pulls out, he paints her face in thick ropes, and she takes it—smirking, breathless, already planning her next move.