Amy likes brown things

Amy Austin's got a serious thing for brown. Look at her walls, her bed, the dude she's got planted right there. He shows up and she drops to her knees, mouth open, taking him deep until her throat flutters around the head. She gulps, spit running down her chin, sucking like she needs it. When she's good and slick she bends over, arching her back, spreading for him. He lines up and slams in, one thrust after another, each one harder than the last. The bed creaks, her ass ripples, and she moans like she can't believe how full she feels. He keeps driving, balls slapping, the whole thing filthy and exactly what she wanted.