Sweaty palms grip a tiny scrap of fabric called a micro bikini—just enough to tease before it gets yanked aside. She’s already on her knees, lips stretched obscenely wide around thick cock, gagging through every thrust while mascara smears from the effort. No slow buildup. Just raw hunger: tongue swirling under his balls, fingers clawing at thighs as spit drips down chin. Then—flip. Ass in the air, legs hooked over shoulders like she was made for this position. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room as he slams into that tight heat, skin slapping against skin. Fingers join in next—two digits shoving deep inside while he pounds harder, grunting with each brutal stroke.
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