Redhead Sucks My Dark Cock on the Gray Couch

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her red hair bobs, her lips wrap, her tongue works. She moves slow, so slow, like she's savoring every inch. His hands grip her hips, sometimes her head, guiding but not forcing. The fishnets cling to her curves as she shifts.

His dark skin a contrast to her pale, his hands cradle her as she takes him deep. The gray couch cushions bunch beneath them, the only sound her wet mouth and your own ragged breath. Your hand strokes in time with hers, your pulse racing. How long will you last?

Her eyes flutter closed, her features relaxed in pleasure. The rhythm is steady, no rush, no end in sight. Just the slide of her lips, the bob of her head, and your own ache building. You can't look away from the sight of her working him. Your hand moves faster, your breath catching. Will she take him all the way?