Slayed In The Clouds

Anna Claire's mouth takes Jax's cock like she’s been starving for it. Thick. Dark. She spits on the head, runs her tongue under the rim, then swallows half in one go—gagging loud enough to make the walls hum. Drool spills down her chin, hits her tits, and she doesn’t wipe it off. She just keeps working, eyes watering, throat fluttering every time he nudges deeper. When he pulls her up by the hair and spins her around, she’s already dripping. He slams into her raw. One thrust, two, and she’s snarling—wet sounds filling the room, skin slapping skin. Her pussy grips him like it wants to keep every inch. She bucks back, greedy, getting louder every time he bottoms out. Sweat slicks her back. Her knuckles bleach around the sheets. Jax keeps pounding, faster now, chasing the shake that runs up her thighs. Anna’s moans crack. Her cunt spasms. And he keeps feeding it to her until the only thing she can do is take it.