Drowning in The Puss of Ft. Lauderdale

Welcome to Fort Lauderdale. Big city energy on the Florida coast. You roll in as a billionaire who lives for swimming, looking to back Kylie Rocket’s new line of swimwear. Her assistant tells you she’s running behind but says to chill in the office. Kylie bursts in like she owns the place, all late and gorgeous. One look at the FuckPassVR sticker on your briefcase and she ditches the pitch. Next thing you know she’s strutting in a thong bikini that barely covers her tight little body. She catches you staring, flashes that dirty smirk, and climbs right onto your lap. Tits out, perky and warm, she puts your hands on them and grinds like she’s already wet. Can’t wait anymore—she drops to her knees, yanks your pants open and swallows you down. That VR tongue works every inch until she’s dripping on the floor. She spins around, plants that perfect ass in your face, then squats and sinks onto your cock with a shaky moan. You’re balls deep in seconds and she’s begging you to flood her VR pussy with every drop you’ve got.