Victorious

Alecia Fox wants him tonight and nothing else matters. She drops to her knees as soon as he walks in. Her lips wrap around Anton’s thick cock, tongue sliding slow and wet. She takes him deep, throat stretching, saliva running down her chin. Blonde hair swings as she works him harder, nose pressed to his stomach, eyes glassy with effort. She pulls off only to spit on the shaft and bury him again, gagging loud, hungry. When Anton pulls free, he strokes himself over her chest. Thick ropes land across her tits and the light patch of bush that frames her cunt. Cum glistens on her skin, dripping down between her breasts as she watches him finish.