I invited him into the bedroom, setting the mood with a teasing little dance.
A few slow moves, some self-caressing on the bed — I was already igniting the fire.
He didn’t keep me waiting.
His cock found my lips first — and I welcomed it eagerly, taking him deeper, tasting his growing desire with every thrust.
Then we lost ourselves in each other — switching positions, switching pace. He took me gently, then rough, and I melted under every touch.
The finale?
He stood over me, and I knew exactly what was coming...
His moans, my gaze from below — and hot streams landed all over my face.
Pure bliss. Intense. Dirty. Just how I like it.
