Venera Maxima opens the bedroom door for Yanick Shaft. The blonde agent's tailored dress strains at every curve. She presses him onto the silk sheets, then peels her clothes down to a scrap of string bikini. His tongue finds her first. He laps at her wet slit until her thighs twitch. She trades him—mouth stretched around his thick cock, taking him to the back of her throat in wet, eager pulls. He stands, slides his length between her tits, fucks that warm crease until the head nudges her chin. Then he pushes inside her cunt, hips slapping. When he pulls out to tongue her tight rim, she gasps, breathless. He flips her onto her side, spears her ass, spooning deep and hard. She tastes herself on his cock when she sucks it clean, then he bends her over and slams back into her ass, doggie, pounding until her knuckles whiten on the headboard. She climbs up, grinds her dripping pussy on his mouth, riding his face. They trade holes again—her cunt, her ass, every angle—sweat and slick sounds filling the room. Yanick groans, pulls free, shoots hot ropes across her tongue. She smiles, cum still shining on her lips. "I think we have a deal," she murmurs, and swallows every drop.
Venera Maxima opens the bedroom door for Yanick Shaft. The blonde agent's tailored dress strains at every curve. She presses him onto the silk sheets, then peels her clothes down to a scrap of string bikini. His tongue finds her first. He laps at her wet slit until her thighs twitch. She trades him—mouth stretched around his thick cock, taking him to the back of her throat in wet, eager pulls. He stands, slides his length between her tits, fucks that warm crease until the head nudges her chin. Then he pushes inside her cunt, hips slapping. When he pulls out to tongue her tight rim, she gasps, breathless. He flips her onto her side, spears her ass, spooning deep and hard. She tastes herself on his cock when she sucks it clean, then he bends her over and slams back into her ass, doggie, pounding until her knuckles whiten on the headboard. She climbs up, grinds her dripping pussy on his mouth, riding his face. They trade holes again—her cunt, her ass, every angle—sweat and slick sounds filling the room. Yanick groans, pulls free, shoots hot ropes across her tongue. She smiles, cum still shining on her lips. "I think we have a deal," she murmurs, and swallows every drop.
