Wouldnt Hurt A Fly

A woman with a secret turns up to a roadside motel on a stormy night, and the clerk can't help but spy on her. We all go a little mad sometimes... Freya Parker keeps her collar up and her steps light, rain still on her hair, bare feet sinking into the carpet. Parker Ambrose watches through a slit in the blinds. When she slides the blindfold over her eyes, he pushes the door open. She finds his cock by feel, mouth open, tongue ready, sucking him down hard until spit runs over her chin and into the thick bush between her thighs. He turns her, lowers his head, and they lock into a sixty-nine, her tongue working him while his mouth spreads her open. Her hips buck every time his tongue hits just right. He keeps her blindfolded the whole time, hands braced on her thighs as they grind against each other's faces until she shudders and he spills down her throat.