Do It Anyway

He told her exactly what he wanted. Nala Brooks didn't flinch. She dropped to her knees and took Milan Ponjevic into her mouth, lips sliding down every inch until he hit the back of her throat. He held her there, fingers tight in her hair, and she kept going. Spit ran down her chin. He pushed deeper and she took it. She got on all fours. Milan grabbed her hips and drove in hard, doggystyle, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Nala pushed back into every thrust. His cock came out glistening. He pulled her up, turned her around, and she dropped again, taking him deep, bush brushing his thigh. She sucked until her eyes watered and her mascara ran. Milan pulled out. Nala pressed her tits together and he came hard across them. Thick ropes landed on her skin. She kept her hands on his thighs and looked up, mouth open, breathing heavy. Neither one said a word. They didn't need to.