Jesting Aletta

Aletta laughs through every take. Csoky can’t help pushing her buttons, and she pushes right back, naked and glossy under the lights. One minute she’s on her knees, mouth stretched around his cock; the next she’s giggling as he slaps his length against her tongue. When the joke lands she pulls off, lips wet, then dives back down just as quickly. Later he bends her over and she’s still smirking over her shoulder while he works his cock into her ass, slow, steady, deeper with every thrust. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, breath catching, but the laughter never dies completely. She rocks into him, tits swinging, hair stuck to her damp cheeks, all mischief and heat. Even when she’s filled and trembling she finds another quip, and Csoky grins, hips snapping harder in answer.