She just brought the menu — and five minutes later she was on her knees in a cramped bathroom, lips wrapped around me, her lashes trembling as I held her hair. Real. No plastic: natural breasts, warm skin, that catches when I pull her closer.
Then — bent over, pressed against the cold tile wall, and another position where she gives herself completely, eyes open. And at the end she takes me in her mouth again, slow, all the way — and I finish right on her face, watching the drops slide down her cheek.
Natural, hot, no script. Just her, me, and a door we didn’t quite lock
