Twisted Passions #17: Lamoyne Hotel 9

She straddles his face without warning. He lies flat, cock already stiff, while her ass settles over his mouth. Natural tits sway above him as she leans forward to find his tongue. His mouth opens, wet and willing, tasting every fold. Ink marks her skin, dark lines that flex with each shift of her hips. She grinds slow, then harder, taking what she wants. Kisses turn messy. She grabs his hair and rocks again, letting his breath come only when she lifts. His tongue works deeper, licking until her thighs shake. Nothing gentle, just heat and pressure and the slick sound of his mouth on her cunt.