Troublemaker 2

Khloe Kapri waits on Mick Blue’s couch, skirt hiked and a small metal plug already seated snug in her ass. He steps behind her, palms her cheeks, then spreads them wide. He works the plug in and out a few times, watching the muscle grip, then slides it free. His tongue replaces it. Slow circles, firm pressure, tasting her. When she’s slick and open he stands, feeds his cock past that wet hole in a single steady push. Khloe stays bent forward, letting the thrusts rock her forward. He pulls out wet, turns her around, and pushes straight into her mouth. She takes him to the root, lips stretched, spit running down her chin, the metal taste of herself still on his skin. He pulls back only when he feels her throat flutter. She turns, braces on the armrest again, and he sinks straight back into her ass, strokes deeper now. Every time he draws out he feeds the head straight between her lips, back and forth, ass to mouth, a steady, filthy rhythm. Khloe moans around him, cheeks hollow, while her hand slips down to rub her clit. Mick grips her hips, picks up the pace, and doesn’t stop until he’s pulsing down her throat. She swallows, lips still shining, breath rough, the taste of both holes still on her tongue.