Bedtime Snapshot

Andrew Marshall wakes up hard and horny. Angelin is still passed out on her stomach, one cheek of that perfect bubble butt peeking out. He snaps a quick pic, then slides two fingers between her lips. She stirs with a low moan, eyes fluttering open to the sight of his cock already standing at attention. No words needed—she leans over and swallows him to the root, throat working like she woke up starving for dick. He flips her, tongue buried in her wet slit while she grinds on his face. Things get filthy fast. He flips her again, slams in raw, fucks her like he’s trying to break the bed. Angelin claws the sheets, begging for more, then climbs on top and rides like a woman who knows exactly how deep she wants it. When he pulls her into doggy she pushes back, greedy for every inch. He unloads inside her, thick ropes flooding her pussy until it overflows, creamy cum sliding down her thighs while she smiles like she just won the lottery.