Strap On Fuck Affair with Kiki Daire

"Oh Kiki Daire, hot damn you look killer in that get-up I chose," he grinned, undressing her with his eyes. The red lace clung to her like it had a crush. Stockings the color of warm sand wrapped her legs, and those black fuck-me heels clicked promise with every step. "Been ages, babe. Way too long. Hell, you never drag that ass down to Miami to see me." He smirked. "Don't stress about the humidity turning your hair into a poodle-do—you'd still slay it, all natural, hot as sin." He waved his words away. "Talk later. Right now I’m starved for you. Strap on that fat dick, yeah? I want it pounding my pussy till I forget my name. You give me that, I’ll bury my tongue in you till your knees shake, then we’ll get downright filthy—mouths full of toes, licking, sucking, whatever feels good." A short laugh escaped him. "God, catching up with old friends is the fucking best."