Morning Beauty

Tiffany Tatum bats her lashes at Renato like she’s auditioning for a lead role in Every Girl’s Wet Dream. She makes up her mind: her guy’s getting the whole deal. Lips, legs, everything in between. First she drops to her knees, warm mouth sliding down his cock until spit runs in shiny lines along the vein, her cheeks hollowing on the upstroke. When his hips start bucking she pops off, turns, and eases onto him pussy-first, creamy lips gripping every inch. But today she saves the grand finale: she spins on her stomach, soles glistening with oil, and traps his shaft between her soft arches. Tight little flexes, quick little jerks, till Renato’s thighs shake and white ropes paint her pretty toes.