Ariana's All For Cum

Ariana turns heads wherever she goes. She stands tall, curves exactly where they should be, breasts you have to stare at twice, an ass worth planning your weekend around. That tiny outfit she wore was barely fabric, just netting and wishes. Light shone through, so every line showed. My mouth still went dry. Watching her peel the thing off felt endless, a slow smile tugging at her lips while she backed up to the wall. She swung a hip, grinned, dared me to follow. When my tongue hit the warm skin between her thighs, she gasped and melted, slick and sweet like she’d waited all evening for it. She urged me faster, then she took me in, gripping, pulsing. We moved hard and clumsy and still smiling, until I came deep and she held me there, feeling every thick pulse, eyes glittering like she’d just received a very naughty present.