After several minutes of intense face-fucking, Aiden pulled his throbbing cock from Mira's abused throat with a wet pop. Thick strings of saliva dripped heavily from her swollen lips and chin onto her massive, exposed breasts as she gasped desperately for air, coughing and drooling. Her golden-brown eyes were glazed with lust, mascara slightly smudged. He gave her no time to recover.
Aiden yanked her up by the waist, spun her around forcefully, and bent her over a stack of sturdy wooden crates. He flipped her short brown skirt up over her plump, juicy ass, ripped her soaked panties roughly to the side, and rubbed his thick, saliva-coated cock up and down her dripping, puffy folds.
"Ask for it," he commanded, voice low and dominant.
