Wild Crush

Sofi has wanted Leo from the second her sister brought him home. She watches. She waits. The day she catches him alone the air goes tight. She drops to her knees, mouth open, no words asked for. Leo’s cock hits the back of her throat and she moans like she’s been holding the sound for weeks. Spit runs down his shaft, wet and thick, while her tongue works every inch. She pulls off only to crawl onto the bed, ass up, knees spread, daring him closer. He pushes inside her in one smooth thrust. Her back arches. He fucks her hard, then slow, hands gripping the curve of her hips. When he slides out she turns and takes him straight into her mouth again, tasting herself on him, sucking harder. He lowers over her, they shift into a 69, her lips sliding down while his tongue works her clit. She rocks against his mouth, hips rolling, the two of them locked tight until neither can hold back. Leo pulls her up, flips her onto all fours, and drives back in. Her moans break into short, sharp cries. He thrusts deep, pace picking up, until he spills inside her. She stays on her knees, catching her breath, the forbidden high still pulsing through her.