What You Need Part 2

He waits in the half-dark, pulse kicking. Emily Willis steps in, brown hair loose, eyes hard with intent. She grips his jaw, takes his mouth like she owns it, then drops to her knees. His cock slides past her lips, deeper, until her throat works around him. She holds him there, breathing through her nose, spit running down his balls. Mick groans, but she pulls off, stands, and turns, offering her ass. She spits on her fingers, works them into her own hole, then backs onto him. Slow at first, then harder. The stretch pulls a grunt from her throat, and Mick grips her hips, driving in. She braces on the bed and lets him take over, the slap of skin sharp in the room. When he pulls out, she spins, drops again, sucks him clean. He paints her face with thick ropes, cum catching on her lashes and lips. She stays on her knees, breathing through parted lips, letting it drip.