Sumire Gets Fucked

Sumire’s cunt was on fire and she needed it smashed against some man’s face right then, not later. She kept the thong on just long enough to grind the thin fabric over his nose, teasing until the cotton was soaked. Then she tore the scrap aside and mashed her bare, dripping slit over his mouth. Juice ran down his chin while she rocked her hips in hard circles, smearing him, breath catching every time his tongue shot up to catch more. She flipped him backward into the chair, stripped him fast. His cock swung hard and red. She spun, planted her ass cheeks on either side of his face and dragged her hairy hole from his lips to his forehead and back again. Her scent was everywhere. His tongue chased her everywhere. When she dropped down again she took the head of his cock inside her pussy in one wet slide, rode him three rough strokes, then pulled off. Cum was already leaking out before she even sat back on his face, and she kept pressing that mess into his mouth while she finished.