Gianna purrs, “Coffee’s not the only thing hot this morning, stepdaddy.”
She sinks to her knees between his thighs, cigarette smoldering. Full lips slide down his thick shaft, tongue swirling, smoke drifting from her nostrils while she takes him to the throat, wet gagging sounds mixing with soft moans.
Rising, she straddles him on the creaking chair. Hips grind slow then frantic; her massive tits bounce free, slapping together wildly as she rides him deep, cigarette pinched between fingers, ash falling onto her glistening cleavage.
He flips her over the table. Firm grip on her hips, he slams into her dripping pussy from behind—wet smacks echoing, her pendulous breasts swinging like crazy, nipples grazing the cool wood. She drags hard on the cigarette, exhaling pleasure in smoky gasps.
As his balls tighten, she drops again, kneeling, cigarette glowing. He strokes his exploding cock over her upturned face. Thick, hot ropes erupt, painting her tongue, pooling in her open mouth—creamy white contrasting the dark coffee on the counter.
Gianna swallows slowly, savoring, then takes a final drag.
“Mmm… best way to start the day. Best creamer for my coffee.”
She licks her lips, eyes locked on his.
