Black Lace And Ponytail

Melissa Stratton’s done waiting. The second the door clicks shut, that black lace teddy is already riding up her thighs and her blonde ponytail is swinging with every step she takes toward Vince. She doesn’t bother with teasing—she drops to her knees, yanks his cock out, and wraps her lips around it like she’s starving. Spit runs down her chin, her hand working the shaft while her tongue swirls the head. Vince grunts, grabs the ponytail, and fucks her throat until her eyes water. She pulls off with a wet pop, stands up, and bends over the nearest surface, spreading herself wide. Two thick fingers slide straight into her soaked pussy. He works them deep, curling just right, while his thumb presses her clit until she’s moaning loud and filthy. Then he shoves in for real—hard, steady strokes that slap skin on skin. Melissa takes every inch, pushing back, ponytail bouncing with each thrust. When he’s close he pulls out, she spins around, drops back to her knees, and opens wide. He paints her tongue, her lips, her chin—thick ropes that drip down her chest. She smiles up at him, cum on her face, still catching her breath.