Cajun Heat

Full moon's hanging high over the graveyard when Sunset spots Peter and damn near melts with relief. She wasn't about to admit she was spooked out here by herself, but the second he's close she can't keep her hands off him. A few slow strokes along his chest and she's dropping to her knees, warm mouth opening wide for that thick cock she loves so much. Tongue dragging up the shaft, she works him in lazy circles, breathing him in like she's been waiting all night. Her pussy's throbbing by the time she pulls back, strings of spit glistening, and Peter reads her like a book. He spins her around, bends her over the nearest headstone, and slides in deep. Sunset's hips snap back to meet every thrust, cunt gripping him tight until he's ready to blow. She finishes him with both hands pumping, stroking every hot spurt across her skin while the moonlight catches it like silver.