Belle's Sexy Night

Belle struts in wearing nothing but lacy white lingerie and the guy almost drops his drink. She grins, drops to her knees, and wraps her lips around his cock like she’s been waiting all week. She works him fast, then slow, tongue swirling, until he’s so hard it’s almost funny. Clothes hit the floor. He bends her over the bed first, then flips her onto her back, legs in the air, pounding deep while the straps of her bra slip off her shoulders. She climbs on top, rides him hard, sweat shining on her skin, white lace still hugging her hips like it belongs there. They switch again, her on all fours, him behind her, gripping tight as he slams in until she’s gasping and laughing at the same time. They don’t stop until the sun creeps through the blinds, both of them wrecked and grinning.