SAGE HUNTER Rim Job, BJ, 69 & Fuck

Sage Hunter stands there—tight as a drum, ink crawling her hips—and knows exactly what she wants. She peels off the candy-colored bra and panties, fishnets clinging to every curve until she tears the crotch open. Two fingers disappear with a wet slap. They come out glistening. Mick watches, cock already heavy. She grins when he pushes in. Her knuckles brush his balls with every stroke. He grabs her jaw, thumb forcing her mouth wider, and she moans around it. The slap of skin fills the room, dirty words slipping between clenched teeth. On her knees her brown eyes flick up as her tongue traces every vein, then lower, teasing that tight ring of muscle before she licks her own taste off his shaft. He flips her, sixty-nine, hips rolling. She rides his tongue while choking on him. When he drags her up and spears her again she caws, nails digging into his shoulders, until he rips out and shoots thick ropes across her open mouth and lashes.