Kira Queen's Spy Passions

Kira stands right there. I’m naked, flat on my back, and the bed creaks under every breath. She’s the only way out, and she knows it. Her heavy tits hang full above me as she leans in, the weight of them brushing my chest. She slides two fingers down between her thighs, parts the wet lips, and works them in slow, deep strokes until they shine. Then she brings those fingers to my mouth and slips them past my tongue, lets me taste the heat and salt of her. When she’s satisfied, she climbs over, swings a leg across my head, and lowers that slick pussy right onto my lips. I lick. She rocks. My cock stays rock-hard, useless for now. She finally reaches back, grabs it, and leans down to take me in her mouth. Hot, tight, wet; her tongue works the underside while she keeps grinding on my face. Every time she slides off my cock, she pushes her dripping cunt harder against my mouth, daring me to keep going if I want out.