The Magnificent Misty

Misty Stone leaned forward with purpose. Her mouth opened wide around Isiah Maxwell’s heavy cock, wet heat meeting every inch. Her hand gripped the base, slow and sure, guiding him deeper until he nudged the back of her throat. She took him without hesitation, gagging just once before pulling off with a string of spit. When she turned around, Isiah didn’t wait. He spread her open and slid straight in, the stretch sharp and perfect. Misty gripped the sheets, back arched, each thrust pushing her forward until she snapped her hips back to meet him. Sweat ran down her spine, tits swaying heavy under the weight of motion. She grunted low with every slap, grinding onto him hard, her cunt soaking him up like she was built for this. He drilled into her, breath heavy, fingers digging bruises she’d find tomorrow. She didn’t care. She wanted all of it.