Party Girl

Mazzy stands at the door barefoot, her dress barely covering her ass. Mick's done listening to the excuses, but when she steps closer the smell of her skin stops him. He doesn't leave. She pulls his belt loose and drops to her knees, taking him in her mouth slow and greedy. Her tongue works every inch, spit running down her chin, and she looks up with that same smirk she wears when the bass is thumping. Mick grabs her hair and pushes deeper until her throat tightens around him. She comes up for air, wipes her lips, then turns and bends over the counter, pushing her ass back. He spreads her open, slides into her pussy first, then pulls out and sinks straight into her ass. Mazzy gasps but stays right there, taking every thrust while her fingers work her clit. After a while he pulls free, shoves his cock between her lips again, and she sucks him clean without hesitation. Bush dark between her thighs, sweat on her lower back, she keeps going until he's ready to finish.