Baby Blue

Lacy lays it out plain while her mouth works Isiah’s thick cock. She tells her boyfriend the secret is simple: never let go once you have a man in your teeth. Her lips stretch around the dark shaft, spit running down his balls, and she grins with every wet slurp. The year is 2019 and the whole scene drips tension. Isiah holds her hair, hips pumping slow and deep, pushing past her tongue while she keeps eye contact with the cuck on the floor. She slides off the cock long enough to lick her own juice from the head, then spins around, spreads wide and plants her wet bush on his mouth. His tongue digs in as she bends forward and swallows the length again, throat opening, nose pressed to Isiah’s skin. Sixty-nine, nothing hidden. Lacy rocks her hips, grinding her clit over the boyfriend’s lips while she chokes herself on BBC. Every bob of her head sends a message. Every moan around that dick tells him who owns her tonight. She lifts up just once to hiss that the strongest grip on a heart starts with teeth, then drops back down and sucks harder, taking every inch until spit strings from her chin and her thighs shake against the cuck’s face.