My Friend Would Be Pissed

Octavia Red smiles when she sees David at the door. Her little brother's friend finally showed up. She waves him in and tells him to relax, but David's eyes keep drifting toward her chest before he looks away. Once they're in the back room she strips off her clothes without ceremony. Big natural tits bounce free, pale skin catching the light. David stands there frozen, cock already thickening, then starts peeling off his own stuff with shaky hands. She pours the warm oil over both of them and climbs on top. Her body glides across his, skin to skin, every slide dragging her heavy tits over his back, then his front. She keeps it pro, focused, keeping her hands and hips on the job. David tries to stay chill but his breath gets ragged and the oil makes everything slick and slippery. After a few long minutes he blurts it out—he waited forever to book because her brother warned his buddies not to come around. Said she was off-limits. Octavia pauses, oil shining on her curves, red hair falling over one shoulder. She laughs once, low and sharp, then asks if David has a crush. He looks ready to bolt. Instead she pushes him onto his back, swings a leg over, and slides that slick, warm pussy straight onto his cock. No teasing, just a firm drop of her hips until he's buried to the hilt. She rides him hard, tits swinging, taking every inch and making it clear who's in charge now. When he gets close she pulls off, spins around, and takes him into her mouth, tasting herself on his shaft before climbing back on for another round. Oil, sweat, and heavy breathing fill the room while Octavia gets exactly what she wants and sends her brother a little silent middle finger.