Kiss... Don't Tell 1

That meeting dragged. Sakura Hell wants a rush and she knows how. She walks straight up to Pavlos, slides her panties off and plants her bare ass on his desk. One hand yanks his head between her thighs, the other holds her skirt up so he gets the full view. She spreads her natural tits over her blouse and presses his mouth right where she needs it. Pavlos doesn’t waste time. His tongue works her clit while two thick fingers slide inside her, pumping hard. Sakura moans, hips rolling, juices running down his chin. She drops to her knees next, yanks his cock free and swallows it deep, cheeks hollowing with every stroke. Spit drips off her chin onto her tits. When he’s rock hard she hops back on the desk, legs wide, and he slams in. Hard, fast, skin slapping. He fingers her clit while he fucks her until she cums, body shaking. Pavlos pulls out at the last second, paints her natural tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum. Sakura grins, scoops a little on her finger and sucks it clean. Meeting over.