Designer VS Designer

Armani stands toe to toe with Mick in the fitting room, needle and thread still in her hand. Her dress is half unzipped, his shirt open at the neck. She shoots off another sharp remark and his jaw tightens. He grabs her wrist, spinning her so she faces the mirror. One firm hand presses her shoulders down over the table while the other slides under her skirt. Two fingers sink knuckle-deep into her ass, slow and steady, working her open. The argument dies on her tongue and turns into a low moan. She drops to her knees, mouth already slick, and takes his cock to the back of her throat. Spit strings from her chin to his balls as she swallows him. He pulls out, feeds his sack between her lips, lets her suck and roll each one. Then he bends her again, this time with her cheek against the mirror, and drives straight from her mouth into her ass. Every thrust rocks the table. When he slips free she turns, sucks him clean, tongue circling the head before she pushes back onto him once more.