Good To The Last Drop

I hit up Mona Azar, asked who she wanted to fuck in the Ricky's Room scene. She didn't even blink—Mazee. Said his name like she was ordering her favorite dish. So I made the call, got him in, and let them go at it. Heat level? Nuclear. Mona took every inch he gave her, and he made sure she felt every single stroke. She moaned louder each time he bottomed out, legs shaking, nipples hard, soaked through before he even flipped her over. He pounded her from behind, slapped her ass, then flipped her again so she could ride. Mona bounced like she wanted to break him, tits jumping, eyes rolling back. He grabbed her throat, pulled her down, kissed her hard while he kept thrusting up into her. Then she climbed off, dropped to her knees, and sucked him till his legs buckled. Sloppy. Wet. Didn’t stop till he painted her tongue. Swallowed with a grin like she just won a bet.