A Steamy Moment With Kali Roses

Kali steps into the room like a hit. Blonde hair falls over her shoulders, straight and bright. She knows what she came for. Vince watches from the chair, already hard, eyes tracking every move she makes. She peels her top off, tits bouncing free, nipples tight in the cold air. No teasing tonight. She steps between his spread legs, grabs his cock through his pants, and squeezes once before dropping to her knees. Her mouth opens wide, lips wrapping around the head, tongue flat, taking him deep on the first thrust. Spit runs down her chin. She doesn't wipe it away. Vince reaches down, twists his fingers in her hair, holds her there until she gags, until her throat tightens around him. When he pulls her off, strings of spit still connect her lips to his cock. He stands. She turns, palms flat against the wall, back arched, ass out. He yanks her jeans down, shoves two fingers inside her, works them quick, feeling her clench. She pushes back against his hand, breath catching. He spits on his cock, lines up, and drives in hard. The smack of skin fills the room. Every thrust knocks her forward. He fucks her like he hates her, like he wants to split her open. She moans low, filthy, telling him to fuck her harder, to use her. His fingers dig into her hips, leaving marks. Sweat drips down her spine. He pulls out just long enough to flip her onto the table, legs spread wide, ankles over his shoulders. The angle makes her scream. He doesn't let up. Comes inside her with a growl, stays buried while it leaks out around his cock. She smiles through it all, eyes glazed, spent.