Shooting Savanna - Part 1

She's bent over the arm of the couch with her ass cheeks spread wide, working this guy's cock like she knows exactly what she's doing. Two fingers jammed up her own pussy, pulling and twisting, getting herself nice and wet. She spits on his dick then starts stroking him faster, thumb circling that swollen head every time she pumps up. Her grip's tight, rhythmic, like she's daring his load to blow across her tongue before she can get it inside her. She wants it rough—mouth first, cunt after—and she's not playing around. Her hips rock back, inviting, thighs glistening, nipples hard enough to cut glass. Every stroke says the same thing: fuck my throat raw, then split me open. She leans in, lips parting, tongue out, already tasting him before she's even swallowed. Cocky little smirk right there on her pretty face, knowing damn well he's gonna give her exactly what she's begging for.