Something Different

Kendra’s got that look in her eye. She shoves you onto the bed, climbs up, and wraps her heavy tits around your dick like she means business. Slow strokes turn filthy fast—she spits on it, squeezes tight, and works your cock with nothing but that soft, warm flesh sliding up and down. She giggles when you throb between them, picks up the pace, and leans down to let the head push into her open mouth every few strokes. Spit drips down her cleavage, her nipples graze your shaft, and she keeps talking shit the whole time, cocky and sweet. By the time she picks up real speed—tits slapping together around you—you’re right on the edge and she knows it.