Latina Fever #06

That petite blonde knows exactly how to wreck Peter and he loves every minute of it. They kick things off outside on the balcony with fingers and tongues doing warm-up duty while the ocean sits there acting all romantic. Once they hit the bedroom it gets dirty fast, hands grabbing, legs spreading, bodies slapping hard enough the headboard starts talking back. Peter keeps fucking like he owns the place, then he pulls out and paints her face with thick, sticky ropes that land across her cheeks and lips. She just smiles up at him covered in the mess like a trophy.