Demi Devours Dick

Demi Dasani leaned against the wall wearing nothing but scraps of black lace that barely covered her tits and a thong already riding up her ass. Mick Blue stood across from her. He didn't say a word—just walked right up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She dropped to her knees like she needed it and yanked his belt open, pulling out his cock already hard and thick. She spit on it and took him straight down her throat without a hint of hesitation, eyes watering, throat working hard. He held her there, deep, feeling every swallow, then pulled her up, bent her over the table, ripped the thong aside, and pushed into her wet cunt like he'd been holding back for weeks. She took every inch and begged for more, lips parted, voice hoarse, sweat slick on her back. He slammed into her again and again until the table rocked and her legs shook under the force of it, every thrust leaving bruises in the shape of his grip. He finished inside her with a low growl, cum dripping down her thigh as he pulled out and left her bent over, breathing hard, makeup smeared and body used just the way she wanted it.