Up Close with Laura Fox

Laura says the fun really kicks off around the fridge. She takes one look at Tyler popping right out of that shirt and decides half the kitchen's basically useless anyway. Clothes vanish like they owe her money, and soon she's got her thighs locked round his hips. They grind past granite counters straight into the bedroom. Laura pushes him onto his knees, spreads her pussy wide open, and starts demanding his tongue—wet slaps echo while she cusses for every flick harder. Tyler gives it, twists in two fingers for good measure, and she answers with a guttural little moan that trembles the headboard. When he finally slams inside, the whole bed-frame squeals. Sweat-soaked sheets twist, Laura claws at his ass urging deeper poundings, and his whole weight snaps down like he's trying to nail her to the mattress. Finish hits them sweaty and side-by-side, both cumming like the timer just buzzed.