See An Uncut Frenchman Fuck

Filou Fitt just blew into town from Paris—raw muscle and bad intentions—and Lily Lou walked in with bubblegum hair and a smirk that said she came to break rules. He strips. She slicks him down like she's anointing something unholy. Thick. Uncut. She buries her nose in his armpit, then drops low and tongues his feet while he works pre-cum between his fingers. When she finally spreads him open and eats his ass like she's starving, the angle keeps shifting—his ankles locked over her shoulders, then a reverse piledriver where she's licking upward. The air's thick with lube and breath. He returns the favor, flattening his tongue against her wet slit; she swallows him whole, drool spilling. When he finally fucks her it's savage, her riding him cowgirl, then both of them flipping into that piledriver again, doggy, mission—his hips snapping until he yanks out and paints her stomach, scoops it with two fingers and feeds it straight into her open mouth. Later the steam hides what the shower can't wash off.