With Valery

Valentina’s the type who pops up when you’re half-asleep and halfway hard. Body built for sin, face that ruins you. These days you click a thumbnail and suddenly there she is, lips stretched, nose buried, taking some lucky bastard to the back of her throat like it’s her job. Feet flat on his lap next, soles hot and soft, toes squeezing him into the perfect little grip. No nerves, no awkward glances—just her, easy and shameless, right there where every cock dreams it belongs.