Here Cums The Sun

Billy Boston's on his back, legs spread, and Victoria Sunshine's between his thighs working his cock like she means business. She’s still got those yoga leggings half down her ass, stretching her out mid-pose before the two of them decided a mouth around his dick was a better cooldown than any stretch. She’s wet-lipped, sloppy, taking him deep enough her nose bumps his stomach every few bobs, spit dripping down his balls in shiny strings that swing when she jerks him at the base. Her ass is up, peach-shaped, flexing as she grinds her hips into nothing like her body can’t decide if it wants more air or more cock. Billy’s grinning like he just won the lottery, hand loosely in her hair, not pushing—just letting her do the work while he flexes his hips in short, shallow thrusts to feed it to her. She pulls off for half a beat to catch her breath, strings of spit connecting her bottom lip to his glistening shaft, and smirks like she knows exactly how fucking good she looks doing it.