Backstage with Florina

We don’t call back most girls more than once unless you lads scream for her. That’s Florina right there. First visit she was timid—now that girl’s vanished. She’s straight into it, cock swinging deep down her throat before she’s even on her knees proper, gagging and drooling, eyes watering as she takes every inch with a wet, noisy swallow that says she knows exactly what she’s here for. She keeps one hand wrapped tight around the base, jerking what won’t fit, spit running over her fingers while her other hand slips between her own thighs and starts rubbing like she’s been waiting all week. She moans around the shaft every time the head bumps the back of her throat, and when she finally pulls off she grins like she just scored. Next thing you know she’s flipped onto all fours, ass up, spreading herself open so you see how wet she already is. She takes it in one slow push—no lube, just slick cunt and a satisfied sigh—then pushes back to meet every thrust until the slap of skin echoes like applause. She gets louder with every slap of balls on her clit, knees sliding on the sheets, pussy creaming down her thighs and onto the sheets, and she’s still begging for harder like the shy thing she showed up as was someone else entirely. By the time the loads hit her tongue and tits she’s already asking when the next call-back is.