TS ISABELLA SALVATORE Deepthroat, Anal

Isabella Salvatore cuts through traffic in a trench coat, streaked blonde hair catching streetlight. The door shuts behind her and the coat drops like dead weight. Red straps cut across pale flesh, lingerie so tight it bites into skin. She spits on her palm and starts stroking, slow and deliberate, eyes half-lidded. Then Mad Bundy steps in, shirt already gone. He latches onto one tan-lined tit, sucking hard enough to leave teeth marks. She shoves him to his knees, parts those heavy lips, and takes him deep until her throat clicks. Mad grips the back of her head, fucks her face, mascara streaking. Later he bends her over the table and drives straight up her ass, long punishing strokes, the couch creaking with every thrust. He flips her like a rag doll, folds her knees to her ears, rails her again. Isabella’s own cock jerks in her fist. Mad plants his ass on her face; she rims him, tongue wet and greedy. When he finally lets go, thick ropes paint her tongue. She licks him clean, swallows every drop, throat working like she’s thirsty for more.