Creampie For Sovereign

Sovereign Syre stares at Isiah like she owns the room. She drops between his knees, spit-slick lips stretching around him, sucking noisy and wet until drool runs down her chin. When she climbs on, he flips the script and puts his tongue to work—licks her swollen and gasping, until her thighs shake around his face. That sets the fuse. She spreads wide on the couch, cunt fluttering open and hungry. Isiah sinks in deep, no hesitation. One hard thrust and the pulse inside her grips, drags, milks every drop he has to give until it leaks hot down her thigh.