AMBER KAWAII Deepthroat, Fuck & Fetish

Amber Kawaii stands in the doorway. Glasses crooked. Lip trembling. She fucked up the Tokyo booking, and she knows Little Maly hates loose ends. "I'm sorry, sir." Her voice cracks once, then silence. He steps closer. She flinches but stays put. Their mouths crash together hard, teeth knocking before tongues slide. He grips her collar and yanks. Buttons pop. He rips the blouse open, takes one small breast in his mouth and sucks the nipple until it stiffens and gleams. Her breath hisses. He spins her, hauls up her skirt, snaps the thin string panties down past her knees. The fabric hangs at her ankles like a white flag. She sinks to the floor. His belt jingles. The heavy Black cock springs free. Amber opens wide and takes every inch, nose pressed flat to his skin, throat working like a fist. Spit drips down her chin, spots the carpet. Maly pulls her up, spreads her across the desk. He buries his face between her thighs, tongue stroking slow, then fast, until she whines and grips his ears. Then lower still—he drops, peels the heels away, palms each bare foot and kisses, licks, sucks the toes until they curl. He stands again. Lifts the tiny woman clean off the floor like she weighs nothing. Fucks her slick cunt in midair, driving up so deep her glasses fog. They hit the rug next—on her back, on her knees, her riding until her voice splinters. A quick pivot into 69, her mouth hungry again, his tongue relentless, the wet sounds filthy and loud. Right before the end he drags her face up, strokes once, twice. Thick ropes arc across glasses, cheeks, parted lips. Amber blinks behind the mess, chest heaving, tasting him with every breath.