Karaoke

Kiki doesn’t want you to think she’s spoiled, even if she can’t spare the rod. There is one last thing she wants to unwrap for her birthday, and after that she’ll wrap herself around her favourite present. She sits on the edge of the hotel bed, knees open, big tits rising with each breath. Oliver steps between them, already hard. Her hand closes around his shaft and she gives one slow pump before she leans in and takes him into her mouth. Spit gathers at the corners of her lips while she works him deeper, then pulls back to stroke him with a wet palm. She turns, drops forward on her elbows, ass up, and he slides two fingers through her slick folds before pressing them into her tight hole. She rocks back to meet each thrust of his hand, a low sound leaving her throat every time his knuckles meet her skin. He pulls his fingers free, lines his cock up, and pushes past the ring of muscle in one long, careful drive. Kiki’s breath hitches. He holds still until she pushes back, taking him all the way. Then he starts to fuck her, steady, deep, the bed frame tapping the wall. When he’s close, he stays buried, pulses, and fills her. Cum leaks out around his shaft as he eases free. Kiki turns, drops to her knees, and wraps her lips around him again, tasting both of them until he’s clean.