Blonde Rachael Cavalli Getting Hammered

Rachael Cavalli, blonde and built like she hits the gym for a reason, drops straight to her knees and wraps those lips around his cock. She works it hard with tongue and throat, eyes up at him, hungry like she knows exactly what she wants and is done pretending otherwise. Spit runs down her chin and she doesn’t bother wiping it off—she likes it sloppy. He gets impatient quick, spins her around, bends her over, and slams into her from behind without any warm-up. She takes every inch with a moan that turns into a laugh, back arched, cheeks slapping loud against him. She grinds back like she’s trying to fuck him right off his feet. He grips those hips hard enough to leave prints and pounds deep, not slowing down for a second. Rachael just keeps pushing back, voice rough, telling him to give it harder. They don’t pace themselves. It’s messy, fast, and they both act like stopping isn’t an option.