Destiny Gets Drilled and FIlled

Nothing beats a California day with a fit blonde sunning herself at the pool. That chick had just moved in, slipped on this shiny gold bikini, and boom—I showed up like clockwork. She's dripping with the I-love-to-party vibe and sure enough, we're upstairs ten minutes later. Door slams shut, my tongue's already busy down below, parting her slick lips and licking straight up over her clit until she rocks back hard and starts riding the pleasure like waves. Hearing her breath hitch, and she gives me that throaty moan of surprise because her smooth blonde pussy is lit up and greedy. Followed up soon after when it's her turn and she’s sucking me down with fast pumps, her slick lips stretching wide. She’d moan with her mouth full, letting me fuck a filthy rhythm against her throat until spit ran down my shaft and pooled between her tits, then groped her up onto the counter, yanking aside that expensive string bottom like it owed me money. One merciless stroke in and she’d welcome every wicked inch, pulsing, squeezing so loud that the gold bottoms stuck damply to her thigh—rough sex rawer than fuck.