TS ARIEL DEMURE Topped By King Noire

She’s a platinum blonde dream in strappy leather and black stockings, every inch wrapped tight. The corset squeezes her until her tits spill over, and she peels it off slow, letting them drop and bounce. King Noire sits down next to her like he already owns the room. She drops to her knees first, throat opening wide for his thick cock, swallowing every inch without a flinch. The two lock in a filthy 69, her tongue working while he pushes deeper every time. When he fucks her ass, he doesn’t hold back—he drills her on her back, then from above while she rides, grinding down until every vein disappears inside her. He flips her onto all fours and pounds harder. He keeps switching angles, driving deeper, using every inch of the couch. Ariel pulls off and takes him straight from her ass into her mouth, spit-slick and grinning. Her own cock throbs untouched until she strokes it fast and shoots thick streaks down her thigh. She finishes him with a tight grip, cum spilling over her knuckles and down his shaft. She smiles like she just stole something and kisses him anyway.