Scarlet de Sade Loves Massive BBC

Scarlet de Sade can’t think past cock. BBC’s all that’s between her ears. She drops to her knees, works Rob Piper down until her throat hugs every inch, sloppy and hungry like the little whore she is. Spit runs in strings off her chin, mascara smudged, and still she pushes deeper, choking on him with a smile. Wet doesn’t begin to cover it when she spreads open. Her cunt’s slick, shiny, dripping down her thighs. He slams in, balls-deep, fucking the noise right out of her. The bed pounds the wall. She claws at the sheets, begging for more. He gives it. Hard strokes. Fast. Her walls clench and flutter, milking every vein. When he’s ready, he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her face. Thick ropes land across her tongue, her lashes, straight down her throat. Scarlet swallows what she can, smiling like she just won the jackpot.