“Oh, that’s so good! You’re so talented. Right there- harder, harder! God, David, you’re gonna make me come, baby.”
And she did.She let loose a legit, body-shaking orgasm which gave him a face covered in sweet Latin nectar.
She climbed off and grabbed a drink of water before taking on her grand finale.
He wasn’t quite as impressively built as Mr. Meadows, but he was still more than enough to command her attention.
A faint dusting of reddish hair framed the area, and she let her hands and mouth explore him with practiced confidence—slow, attentive, and responsive to every sound he made.
He laughed when her teasing shifted unexpectedly, then let out a low, unrestrained moan as she took him deeper, careful to stay clear of his injured leg just inches away.
She worked him steadily, finding a rhythm he seemed to savor. She kept things smooth and easy for him, adding extra moisture when he reacted to it, her grip and movements synchronized with the pulse of his body as she read every sign of what he enjoyed most. Not wanting her to be left out he slid his hand down her ass crack and tickled her puckered star. She moaned deeply into his shaft as his index finger entered her ass and his pinky snuck down to play with her wet pussy. The encounter was oral only, but this wasn’t exactly forbidden. She had discretion if she chose to allow non-phallic penetration.
Soon, he was filling her mouth, and she was swallowing everything he had to offer. It was quite sweet, less bitter than the gentleman earlier in the day.