Lexi is hot and ready for her boyfried

After dinner Lexi Lou drops the act. She pulls you in close, lips brushing your ear while her hand slides straight down your pants like she owns what she finds. No coy glances, no drawn-out games—she wraps her fingers around your cock and gives it one firm stroke that says she’s done teasing. The second you’re hard she’s on her knees, mouth already open, tongue flicking across the tip before she sinks down and takes you deep. She gags once, pulls off with spit trailing, then goes right back down like she’s trying to prove a point. She works her throat in wet, sloppy pulls, spit running down your balls while she moans around every inch. When she finally comes up for air she turns around, plants her palms on the table, and arches her back. “Come on,” she says, voice low and cocky, “finish what you started.” You bury yourself inside her in one thrust. She pushes back, meeting every stroke, wet and tight and loud, the table scraping under her. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, and looks over her shoulder with that filthy grin. “Harder,” she growls. You give it to her, hips slapping skin, her ass rippling every time you bottom out. She keeps talking the whole time, dirty and direct, daring you to fuck her until she’s shaking. When she comes her whole body clamps down, soaking the both of you, but she doesn’t stop—she keeps rolling her hips, milking you until you can’t hold back and you unload deep inside her. She stays bent over the table, breathing hard, a satisfied smirk on her face like she knew exactly how the night was going to end.