Taurus POV

Mr. Pete played it cool at first, but Taurus's curves had him grinning like a fool. He leaned in closer, tracing the ink on her skin, cupping those soft, natural tits like he'd never felt anything so perfect. She hopped onto the table, spread her legs, and gave him the view he'd been waiting for—no panties, just smooth, bare pussy smiling back. Taurus turned around, bent over, and wiggled that tight little ass right in his face like she was working the pole and he was the only guy in the room. Then the real show started: her nipples started leaking. Mr. Pete squeezed, and warm milk sprayed across the lens. She leaned in and licked it clean, tongue flashing, eyes locked on the camera. When he slid his cock between her lips she got soaked fast—her pussy dripping down her thighs before he even pushed inside. He fucked her deep while he sucked milk straight from her tits, both of them getting messy and loud, the table rocking under every wet thrust.