Bitch Boy

Kendra Lust. Pure fire on her knees. She takes every inch like she owns it and still needs more. Her mouth slick, her eyes locked on mine, she moans through it, pushes harder, swallows deeper. Tits bouncing as she rides me, tight and soaked, grinding like she's desperate for the next thrust. That body looks carved for sin, hips rolling in slow torment then snapping back fast, taking it all and smirking through the sting. She pulls me deeper, nails digging in, breath hot against my neck. She doesn't just fuck—she dares me to keep up.