North Pole #56

Peter's that guy—always shutting down plans with 'You need cock, not company.' Same script when Syvette floats Hollywood Boulevard. He just grins and says she needs dick instead. She folds fast and drops to her knees, mouth full of him like she's starving for it. No hesitation, lips stretched, throat taking every inch with wet, greedy sounds. Peter flips her, tongue working her clit until she's slick and open, body twitching for him. Then he drives that thick nine in hard, hips smacking, no room to breathe. Syvette moans like the night out was never worth it, legs shaking around his waist. He keeps pounding until he's close, yanks out and finishes right on her face, cum streaking her tongue and lashes while she smiles like she won the whole damn night.