Messenger for Clea Gaultier

You skipped the briefs today, so stripping down took an extra second. Clea clocked your cock the second it swung free, and her eyes lit up. The talk cut short fast; she dropped to her knees with a smirk and offered you the quickest blowjob on the planet. Who says no to that? Within minutes friendly chat turned into straight pound-town. She wanted every hole tested—mouth, pussy, ass—like a full-access anal VR feed. She handled you with moves nobody taught her, smooth, hungry, zero hesitation. Before long you slammed deep into one slick opening and emptied every drop, though which one stays for you to find out.