Sophia With The Dragon Tattoo

Sophia Young slides out of that little striped dress like she’s done it a hundred times, even though her cheeks are burning. She tries to cover herself, but the second her stomach hits the table the oil’s already warm and slick. The guy starts at her shoulders, works his hands down, and her nipples bead up the moment he drags his palms over them. He keeps going—circle after circle—until he’s pressing right between her legs, pinching that plump clit till she’s panting into the sheet. She reaches back, gets his pants open, and wraps her fingers around his uncut cock, stroking him hard. He pushes the head between her lips and she takes him, tongue stud flashing while she works the shaft. Then he flips her sideways on the table and shoves inside that shaved pussy. She rubs her clit in time with every thrust, moaning louder each time he bottoms out. He pulls out, spits on her slit, climbs up, and she swings a leg over him, grinding down hard. The table creaks while she rides him, hips snapping. He flips her again, drives deeper, and the second she comes he yanks out and paints her face, ropes landing hot across her lips and chin.