Picking Up Something Special

Demi Nova fires off a quick list check—laundry soap, eggs, chips maybe—while Jon sits on the couch with his knees wide and a crooked grin on his face. Her brow lifts when he says he could use a "massage." her tight yoga pants hugging every curve as she leans on the back of the couch. Lips quirked in mock shock. "Really? From the grocery store?" Jon shrugs, stays cocky. Spins it like it’s obvious. Points at her soft, heavy tits beneath that thin tank top and tells her his dick would love a little two-handed treatment. little teasing emphasis on just how big, hard and aching he is under the fabric of his shorts. Takes his time laying it out—the need to grab and suck on those boobs like he owns them until she’s whining. Pour himself inside her tight little pussy, letting cum drip down her thighs. Demi rolls her eyes but doesn’t pull away when his fingertips trace the edge of her waistband, barely hidden beneath the couch cushions. Her smirk says she’s already sold.