I Don't Want To Talk About It

Liv Wild locks the door, turns to Seth and drops to her knees. She doesn't want some loud club or neon lights. All she craves is Seth. She opens his fly, takes him out, and wraps warm, wet lips around him. Seth groans, grabs a handful of her hair. Liv looks up like she owns the moment, tongue swirling while her hand works the shaft. She pulls back just long enough to talk filthy. 'I’d rather taste you all night than sip cheap vodka.' She dives back in, takes him deeper, hums low. Seth fucks her mouth slow, hips rolling, balls tapping her chin. Drool slides down, drips onto her thighs. Liv reaches down, plays with herself as she keeps sucking, already soaked and getting sloppy. He pulls her up, spins her around, bends her over the couch. One smooth shove and he’s buried. Liv claps back, meeting every thrust hard, mouth open, moaning like a slut. Sweaty skin slaps. Her legs shake. Seth doesn’t ease off, just grabs her hips and drills. When she finally comes it’s loud, shameless, body twitching around him. Seth’s next right after, grunting while he empties inside her. Liv stays impaled, catching her breath, grinning like she won. 'Much better than going out.'