Riley Nixon and Donnie Rocks

Donnie steps in holding a bottle, eyes locked on Riley. "You looking at me?" She keeps her gaze low, right on the bulge in his jeans. "No one's looking at you," she fires back, but she doesn't look away. Evelyn keeps stirring the pasta, the butter sizzling. Riley leans back, tits pushing against her shirt, buzzed and bold. Donnie doesn't move. The tension hangs heavy. Riley drops to her knees without another word, pulls his cock out, and takes it deep. Her throat works him hard, spit running down her chin as she gags and keeps going. She pulls off only to slide him between her tits, squeezing them tight around his shaft while her tongue flicks the tip. Donnie groans low. She sucks him back down, deeper, faster, until he pulls out and shoots across her face, thick ropes hitting her lips and cheeks. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smirks, still on her knees.