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Rayveness knows her way around a dick but you'd never guess it looking at her. Body's tight like a college girl's, tits still high and heavy, that same killer smile working overtime. Mikey walks in cocky—poor bastard has no clue what's about to happen. She’s already laid out in black lace that barely holds those curves in place, legs open just enough to make him stare. First thing he does is reach for her tits like a starving man. She lets him have a handful, then drops to her knees and swallows him down like she’s been waiting for the signal. Long, wet strokes, hand twisting at the base, spit sliding down his shaft. Mikey’s mouth falls open. Rayveness looks up, smirks around the head, then backs off slow just to watch him twitch. Next round he gets buried face-first between her thighs, and she grinds until his tongue finds the spot that makes her curse. By the time he climbs on top, she’s already soaked and pulling him in deep. Every thrust has him grunting. Every time he hits bottom she arches like she’s daring him to go harder. She flips him, rides until the bed slams the wall, tits bouncing heavy. He tries to hold on, but she keeps grinding, keeps squeezing. When he finally blows it’s loud—whole body locking up. Rayveness just laughs, still moving, milking every drop till he’s tapping out.