Pulling Her Apart

Mona Azar slicks that leopard print two-piece to her skin till the fabric turns dark and sheer. Her nipples poke through. She bends, presents that perfect brown handful of ass to the heat, and the water beads, slides down her crack. Then she moves inside, hips rolling slow, hungry. She sits on Isiah's face like she owns it, rocks until his tongue drags through every wet fold and his hands pin her thick thighs wide. She moans low, a filthy sound, grind even filthier. When he finally stands, cock heavy and dark, he spreads her open with both thumbs, watches her pussy pulse, then drives in deep. She takes every inch, cunt stretching tight, her thick ass meeting him on every thrust.