North Pole #30

Ann Marie walks in wearing this killer blue panty and bra set that stops Peter mid-breath. Yeah, the lace looks good, but he wants skin. He yanks the clasps open, peels it all away, and her mouth is already dropping down to his cock like it owes her something. She works it with wet, sloppy rhythm, taking him deep enough to make his knees twitch. He drags her hips up, spreads her open, and goes down hard, tongue buried until she’s shaking and cursing his name. When he finally slides inside her it’s all slick heat and filthy praise. He fucks her steady and deep, pinning her wrists, pounding her until that tight little pussy feels stretched raw. Ann Marie loses it fast—legs locked around his waist, breathing broken, eyes rolling every time he bottoms out. The second he feels her fluttering out of control, Peter rips free and paints her stomach and tits with thick, heavy ropes until she’s glazed and grinning.