Royal Return

Queenie struts back in like she owns the place, and she kinda does. I tossed her right in with Mazee the Goat, a true Room regular who looked like a kid staring at birthday cake. His eyes went wide the second he clocked the plate I set in front of him. And who could blame him? There she stands, all silk curves, juicy ass, and tits like two proud soldiers at attention. Nipples pebbled and dark, begging for the camera’s closest zoom. Her smooth mound glistens with a recent shave, lips plump and slightly parted like they’re already planning to slide down his length. She walks right up, places one knee on the edge of the couch, and lowers herself until her pussy hovers an inch from Mazee’s mouth, heat and sweetness rolling off her in waves. He tips his head back, tongue out, catching the first slow drip of her want. She laughs, low and husky, then sinks further so those soaked petals spread across his open mouth. He slurps like it’s his last meal, tongue lapping each fold, chin shining with her slick. Queenie rolls her hips in tight circles, smearing cream on his lips, her plump rear trembling with every wet flick. Mazee grips both perfect cheeks, spreading them wider so the camera catches every wink of her puckered little hole flexing just inches above his nose. Between licks he manages a muffled “shit,” and she just laughs again, pressing down harder, riding the thick wet muscle like she’s marking her throne. We hold the view as her clit peeks from its hood, swollen, the camera catching the exact moment she grinds the nub against his upper lip and a shiver shoots up her spine. She throws her head back, tits bouncing high, lets out one long appreciative moan, then drags her soaked center up his face until it leaves a glossy trail on his skin before sliding back down, another slow pass, feeding him more, making sure everyone watching can hear every slurp and click and moan before she scoops a fingerful of her own wetness from his chin and slips it between her lips to taste herself.