Make Up, Make Out, Make Love

Kinushki Kakku walks right up to Raul Costa and doesn't waste time playing games. She grabs his face, pulls him in, and has his cock in her mouth before he even finishes his sentence. Spit runs down her chin, slicking his shaft while she takes him deep, her hungry tongue working every inch. She stares up at him, eyes wet, lips swollen, and lets him fuck her throat until she's gagging and breathing hard through her nose. That's not the end, though. She's already got her ass up and out, cheeks spread, tight little hole presented like an offering. Raul doesn't need an invitation. He lines up and pushes in slow, stretching her rim until it hugs his head, then keeps going. She moans, pushes back, greedy for every thick inch until her ass swallows him to the balls. Each thrust hits deeper, skin slapping, her hole gripping him tight. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, lets him pound her open until her legs shake and she's choking on her own cries. She comes first, ass clenching around his cock, but he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking through her orgasm, hips snapping, balls slapping her dripping pussy until he's right there with her. One last hard thrust and he fills her ass, pulse after pulse, cum leaking down her spread thighs. She just grins, breathing hard, and tells him he better not stop now.