Can I Take Your Picture?

Real estate shooter Liv Wild’s on autopilot until she steps into Seth Gamble’s place and the temperature spikes. Shot list forgotten, all she sees is dick. Big, heavy, already thickening in his shorts like it knows exactly where it belongs—buried to the hilt in her soaked cunt. She squirms in her tight jeans, clit rubbing against the seam while Seth leans back against the counter, cocky smirk saying he’s caught her staring. Liv drops the camera without a word, peels her top over sweaty tits, and shoves the denim down over her round ass. Pussy lips part with a wet little sound as she spins, plants both palms on the marble island, and pushes back, ass cheeks spread, glossy slit winking. Seth doesn’t hesitate, yanks his cock free, slaps the fat head against her swollen clit a couple times, then drives in balls-deep in one hard thrust. Liv’s moan rattles around the empty kitchen while he pounds her, hips smacking loud and wet, his heavy balls swinging up to spank her. She arches, taking every inch, cunt clutching greedily every time he drags back out, creamy lube streaking his shaft. Seth fists her hair, tugs her upright so her tits bounce with every slap, fucks her standing until the island screeches an inch across the tile. When Liv drops a hand between her spread thighs to rub her aching clit in frantic circles, the squeeze around Seth’s cock milks him fast. He grunts, buries deep, and floods her pussy with thick, hot ropes, cum leaking out around his shaft and dripping down her inner thighs while she shudders and pulses on his still-throbbing dick.