North Pole #02

Brooke Lane and Peter stumble through the door after a long night out. They barely clear the hallway before hands start grabbing, mouths finding whatever skin they can reach. Peter drops to his knees, tongue working her wet pussy while she grabs his hair, hips bucking against his face. Brooke doesn’t waste time—she gets him on the couch next, mouth wide open, taking his cock down her throat in long, wet strokes. Both of them soaked, Peter lines up and pushes inside her, feeling that snug grip the second he bottoms out. He flips her around—doggy, missionary, up on the kitchen counter—each round pulling another orgasm out of her. She’s already lost count when he pulls out, strokes fast, and sprays thick ropes across her face and tits, painting her from cheek to collarbone.