Costume Play

Violet Myers steps out in full costume, but there’s nothing shy about what happens next. She drops to her knees and takes Manuel Ferrara’s cock deep, mouth open wide, tongue working every inch. Big tits heave as she leans in, spit dripping down her chin, dark hair loose around her shoulders. A thick bush peeks out when she spreads her legs, waiting. Manuel grabs her, pulls her up, and fucks her hard—raw, steady, the kind of rhythm that makes her moan louder with every thrust. She pushes back, takes him deeper, tits bouncing with each slap of skin. Tension builds fast. He pulls out, strokes once, and paints her chest in thick ropes, cum sliding over her flushed skin. She smiles like the game just ended on her terms.