Angel Perverse #09, Scene #03

Man, scene 5? Alright, buckle up, 'cause this one's a wild ride. Picture this: she's on her knees, eyes locked on his throbbing cock, lips parted like she's starving for it. He grabs a fistful of her hair, pulls her in close—yeah, just like that. She dives right in, tongue swirling around the head, sucking hard while her hand pumps the shaft. Spit drips down, making everything slick and messy. He groans, thrusts deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gags a little but keeps going, loving every second. Then he flips her onto the bed, spreads those legs wide, and slams in balls-deep. Her moans echo off the walls as he pounds away, hips slapping against hers in a frantic rhythm. Sweat beads on their skin, bodies grinding like they can't get enough. She claws at his back, begging for more, and he delivers—hard, fast, relentless—until they both explode in a shuddering, sticky climax that leaves 'em breathless and grinning like idiots.