Pulling Her Apart

Mona Azar slides into that leopard print suit and it clings like second skin. Water glistens on her tits and curves as she bends, the wet fabric riding up. She doesn't play coy. Heat builds between her thighs and she steps out of the sun to find Isiah waiting with that look that says he's starved. She straddles his face, presses her soaked pussy to his mouth, and rides it like a woman who knows exactly how she wants to be devoured. Isiah laps at her, grips her ass, and eats like he's staking a claim. Then he flips her. His cock splits her open slow and thick, and she feels every inch pulling her wider, the stretch sharp and filthy. He drives in, pulling her slick pussy lips apart with every thrust, deeper, harder, until she's shaking on the edge and he keeps going.