Savanna Loves Sex - Part 3

She strips slow, boobs first, the kind that spill heavy when the bra hits the floor. The smile she shoots the lens is half dare, half smirk like she already knows you’re hard. She climbs up on her knees, spreads her thighs nice and wide, then slaps the silicone cock against her tits, letting the wet sound fill the mic. ‘You like these big tits, don’t you?’ she says, voice low and syrupy. A few quick pumps later she’s lining the head between her slick folds, pushes just enough that you see the way her pussy grips. She laughs, grinds, then plunges it in hard—deep—breath hitching but never stopping that cocky little grin. ‘Keep watching,’ she pants, knuckles white around the base, ‘I’m not done wrecking myself for you yet.’