Full cheeks bulging. Hoop earrings swaying. Fabric vest strains over her chest while fingers curl firm around the shaft, skin warm and yielding against rigid length. Motel dresser nearby, lamp glow cutting shadows. She leans in hungry despite the years, tongue pressing flat, pulling slow with a wet drag that leaves it gleaming. Jaw works overtime. Room smells like cheap sheets and need. Switches angle, cheeks hollowing, relentless pull until veins pulse hard under her palm.
Condom Creampie for a Thick Evangelical on Bed