Naughty Anal Hungry Hazel Cant Resist A Bad Boy

Hazel kept an eye on her father’s door from the hall. She knew exactly who walked through it. Bad boys. The kind her old man tried to keep away from her. Maximo knocked once. She waited until the lawyer stepped out, then let the client in herself. He stayed close. Hazel wore nothing under the silk robe she hadn’t bothered to tie. Maximo pulled the belt loose with one finger, watched it fall open at her waist. She kissed him first. Deep. Wet. Her tongue pushed in before she dropped to her knees on the carpet. She licked up the length of him slow, the way someone tastes what they’ve waited for. Her lips sealed tight around the head and she sank lower, throat giving when he pushed. He held her hair, set the pace. She took every inch until spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the fine wool between her knees. When he pulled out, her mouth stayed open, greedy for more. He bent her over the arm of the leather sofa, spit on his fingers, pressed them between her cheeks until she rocked back. She was already slick, already open, already pushing onto the first thick push. He slid in slow, deeper each time. Hazel’s voice came out low and shaky every time he bottomed out. She reached back, spread herself wider so he could see exactly how she took him. He stayed buried, grinding, one hand sliding under her to rub her clit in tight circles. She clenched, came around him hard, then stayed open when he pulled out. He stroked himself twice more and spilled across her tongue. Hazel swallowed, licked the tip clean, then looked up at him, mouth still wet, eyes bright, knowing her father’s next client would already be parked in the driveway.