FILTH, Scene #04

Mercedes Carrera—a stacked, long-haired brunette—leans into the lens with that silky lingerie barely holding her in. Gray and gold silk slides off her curves as she locks eyes with the camera, grinning like she already knows how this is gonna end. She works one hand between her legs, fingers wet against her bare slit while the filth spills out of her mouth in short, filthy bursts. Manuel steps in, thick cock hanging heavy. She drops to her knees and takes him slow, eye-fucking the lens the whole time, tongue out. She slurps on his balls, shiny with spit, then he yanks her head higher till she’s tonguing under him, lips dragging around his hole while her eyes water. She strokes him just to keep him hard, sucking air between groans. He pulls her up by the throat. She grins, body already twitching. He sits her open-mouthed pussy right on his tongue and eats like a man who’s already memorizing the taste. Slaps drop on her thick ass while she grinds on his mouth. Then it flips. Manuel’s hand’s at her neck as he slams into her from behind. Choke marks flare on skin. His feet push down, trapping her, angles deeper. She fingers her clit as he pounds—his palm print turning pink on her cheeks. Every slap brings more noise out of her, vulgar before the echo even fades. She starts talking again, filth layered with wet sucking sounds, going straight from pussy to cock, tasting herself like it’s dessert. Tongue goes deep in his ass. Moaning like she needs it that way all night. POV side shifts—it’s up to you, your hips, your load, Mercedes wide open and panting. Doggy cracks hard, chains smacks tighter. Tits swing, hair pulls, he’s not even pretending sweet at this point. She feels him pulse, tight jerks off close to the chest, thick white spatter frosting nipples and chin, drips running as she licks whatever she missed off slick skin.