Gizelle & Will Can't Stop Cumming

Gizelle Blanco shows up in leopard-print scraps that barely earn the name lingerie, skin shining with oil under the lights. She's ready, and Will Pounder is too. The moment he drops his shorts, she sinks to her knees with a wicked little grin, tongue already working over the head before she takes the whole length down in one smooth gulp. Every sloppy bob makes a wet, obscene sound that only gets louder when he grabs her hair and starts to thrust. He fucks her mouth, balls slapping her chin, spit drooling down her neck. She pulls off just long enough to gasp for air, lipstick smeared, eyes glassy, then dives right back in like she can't get enough. When he hauls her up and bends her over the couch, the same oil that coats her skin makes it easy for him to slide straight into her ass. She takes it deep with a moan that breaks into giggles, gripping the cushions while he pounds into that tight hole. He keeps the rhythm mean and steady, hands leaving prints on her oil-slicked cheeks. Every thrust knocks another whimper out of her, and the couch creaks under them like it's trying to keep time. He flips her onto her back, hooks her legs over his shoulders, and drives right back in, her toes curling as the room fills with the slap of skin and the dirty soundtrack of her panting, laughing, begging for more until his pace finally breaks and he empties himself deep inside her.