The Awakening - Part 4

He strolls out in his tight vintage suit, already hard as a rock. She’s blonde, small tits pushed up under a little silk blouse, looking up at him like she can’t wait to get on her knees. The second the door closes he pulls his big dick out, heavy and thick, and she wraps her fingers around it without a word. He feeds it to her slow, her lips stretching wide, her eyes watering as she tries to take every inch. She bobs her head, spit dripping down her chin, gagging just enough to make it sloppy. He grabs her by the hair and fucks her mouth harder, watching those perky little tits bounce under the fabric. When he’s had enough of her throat he yanks her up, bends her over the old desk, and shoves his cock deep inside her. She’s dripping wet and tight as hell, taking every thick inch while he pounds her from behind, the whole room echoing with skin slapping skin. He flips her onto her back, folds her legs up, and rails her deeper, her small tits bouncing, nipples hard, mouth open in a filthy moan. He pulls out just in time, strokes once, twice, and paints those tits with a thick load, leaving her glistening and wrecked.