Live Like A Queen

Nia Nacci digs through the bedroom like a girl who knows she shouldn’t but can’t stop. She’s stripped to nothing, legs spread on silk sheets, tits heavy, nipples tight. The toy she found buzzes against her clit, her soft moan echoing off expensive wood and glass. The owner walks in and finds her there. Oliver Flynn’s mouth curves, but he doesn’t send her packing. Instead he walks over, presses his palm to her throat, and kisses her hard. Nia drops the toy and reaches for his belt. His cock springs free, thick and already leaking. She wraps both hands around it, strokes once, then sinks down until her nose brushes his stomach. The gag is loud, wet, deep, but she keeps going until tears run. He pulls her off, lifts her onto the bed, and settles between her thighs. She twists around, takes him back in her mouth while he licks her pussy slow and steady. Sixty-nine stretches out, unhurried, tongues and lips working until both of them shake. Nia grinds on his face, moaning around his cock, spit dripping down his balls. Oliver turns her, pushes her onto all fours, and slides in from behind. Her big tits swing under her, nipples brushing the sheets. He grips her ass, fucks her deep, each thrust pushing another choked sound from her throat. She comes first, cunt pulsing around him. He keeps going until he pulls out and paints those tits white, the mess sliding over her skin in thick streaks. She stays on her knees, breathing hard, smiling like trouble never touched her. He’s still hard. She leans in and licks him clean.