Ravyn Is Craving Cock

Ravyn waltzed in like she had an itch only my cock could scratch. She tore her clothes off and there it was—her pink pussy glistening and waiting for a pounding. Watching those hips sway got me stiff as hell, and when she wrapped her lips around my shaft and sucked like she meant business, I was done playing nice. She climbed on top, slid down my full length, and rode until her thighs shook. One more bounce and she clenched around me, coming hard. Her little spasms pushed me right over the edge, and I pulled out to paint that wide-open pink slit with every thick rope I had.