Jewel

Avery Cristy grips the edge of the table while Troy Francisco’s tongue works under her dress, his mouth locked on her in a deep 69. She had kept their games quiet for years. One slip and the whole room might catch them. Her husband is still talking to guests, and Troy knows it. He pushes his hips up, feeding her his cock until her throat tightens. She swallows him, gagging once, then doubles down, sucking harder, refusing to give an inch. He answers by spreading her open and sucking her clit, daring her to moan. Facesitting him now, Avery grinds down, thighs shaking, blonde hair swinging forward as she strokes him faster. Troy bucks under her weight, pushing deeper until spit drips from her lips onto his stomach. She squeezes his balls, rolls her tongue along the shaft, and he answers with long, wet pulls at her pussy that make her hips jerk. Neither one backs off. They push each other closer, mouths greedy, bodies locked tight. When he comes, Avery takes every pulse across her tongue and lets it spill down her chin, then licks him clean. She stays on his face, rocking through her own finish, thighs locked around his head. He licks until she shudders and finally lifts away, breath ragged, eyes daring him to start something again.