Misha Cross: Seven-Year Itch For Mick!

Misha Cross stared at the camera like it owed her something. Seven years. Seven fucking years since Mick Blue had her, and now she wanted him worse than before. She slipped out of the hotel robe in nothing but black lingerie that barely counted as fabric. Perky tits pushed against the thin straps. The oil on her ass caught the low light, made every curve glisten when she turned and bent. Mick filmed it close, POV style, the lens right on her. She dropped to her knees before he even said anything. Took his cock in her mouth like she'd been starving. Spit ran down her chin, thick strings stretching as she pulled off for air. Gagging sounds filled the room. She licked under the head, sucked the balls one by one, letting them rest heavy on her tongue. Her fingers slid between her legs while she worked him, two knuckles deep in a clean-shaven pussy, wet enough to leave prints on her thighs. She pulled those fingers out and sucked them clean. Then she pushed his legs wider and dragged her tongue across his ass. No hesitation. Just wet, filthy strokes while her hand kept stroking his cock. When she climbed into his lap she didn't wait for permission. Lowered onto him slow enough to feel every inch stretch her open, then ground down hard. Mick met every motion, slamming up until the sound of skin filled the room. Misha's foot job came next. Toes slick with oil gripping his shaft, stroking while she told him what she wanted, voice low and raw. He finished buried deep, pumping thick loads straight into her. Cum seeped out around his cock as they stayed locked together, breathing hard, mouths meeting in a kiss that tasted like both of them.