I Can Feel Your Presence

Diego catches a flash of Beca in the shower and thinks he's slick, whipping out his phone to snatch a quick clip. She spins around and he bolts before she clocks him. Two seconds later she storms into his room wearing nothing but a towel and snaps her fingers for the phone. Diego's heart stops—busted. Or so he figured until Beca smirks, drops the towel, and sinks straight to her knees. She slurps him like she's starving, swallowing him to the root when he fists her hair and drives her deeper. Next thing, she straddles him, sliding that soaked pussy up and down his shaft, then flips around and lets him hammer her in doggy till she cums hard, dripping all down his dick. He jerks free at the last second and unloads, painting her face in thick ropes—one sticky rope even lands in her hair. Bottom line: never delete, or you miss the sequel.