Leda Elizabeth
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Leda and Cassin fold against the motel wall like two felons caught breathing the same air. She takes his thick black cock in her pale fist, thumb pressing the ridge under his head so his whole length jerks and swells. He groans low. She smirks—small flash of teeth—then drops to her knees so fast the linoleum squeals. Cassin's hand grips the crown of her head, thick fingers buried in platinum hair, guiding her mouth onto him in one greedy push. The hot ring of her lips slides down until she feels him nudge the back of her throat; she swallows, once, twice, while spit pours from the corners of her mouth and streaks his balls. His hips punch forward; she takes the battering, eyes watering, mascara running. He curses, drags her up by the roots, spins her, rips denim down over her ass. Two fingers drag through the slick between her legs and come away shining. He grunts, lines up, and drives in hard enough to bounce her forehead off the plaster. Each thrust lifts her onto her toes, skin slapping skin, her moans torn out raw. Cassin clamps a hand over her mouth, keeps her nailed to the wall, pace relentless until her legs shake and she soaks the front of his jeans with a gush that drips down to the floor.
Leda Elizabeth
Leda and Cassin fold against the motel wall like two felons caught breathing the same air. She takes his thick black cock in her pale fist, thumb pressing the ridge under his head so his whole length jerks and swells. He groans low. She smirks—small flash of teeth—then drops to her knees so fast the linoleum squeals. Cassin's hand grips the crown of her head, thick fingers buried in platinum hair, guiding her mouth onto him in one greedy push. The hot ring of her lips slides down until she feels him nudge the back of her throat; she swallows, once, twice, while spit pours from the corners of her mouth and streaks his balls. His hips punch forward; she takes the battering, eyes watering, mascara running. He curses, drags her up by the roots, spins her, rips denim down over her ass. Two fingers drag through the slick between her legs and come away shining. He grunts, lines up, and drives in hard enough to bounce her forehead off the plaster. Each thrust lifts her onto her toes, skin slapping skin, her moans torn out raw. Cassin clamps a hand over her mouth, keeps her nailed to the wall, pace relentless until her legs shake and she soaks the front of his jeans with a gush that drips down to the floor.