Using Sophia's Holes

You know the thing about redheads - they don't come to play. Sophia rolls up already buzzing, takes one look at me and drops to her knees like she’s been waiting on it. Lips stretched, cheeks hollowed, tongue working like she’s starving and my cock’s the first meal in weeks. She gets so worked up that string of slick starts dripping down her thigh before I even touch her. Once she’s soaked I flip her around, line it up, and sink all the way in one go—knuckles-deep, nowhere left to go. She takes it like a champ, moaning every time I bottom out, greedy for every thrust. By the end she’s milking every last drop I’ve got, grinning like she just won the bet. Redheads, man. Worth the mess.