She flashes a wicked smile and purrs, “Coffee isn’t the only hot thing in this kitchen.”
Dropping to her knees between his legs, cigarette still burning, she wraps her warm mouth around his thick cock. Her tongue swirls hungrily as she takes him deep into her throat, wet gagging noises filling the air while smoke drifts from her nostrils with every bob.
She climbs onto his lap on the creaking chair, sinking down onto him. Her hips roll slow at first, then faster and more desperate. Her massive tits bounce wildly, slapping together as she rides him hard, cigarette pinched between her fingers, ash scattering across her sweaty cleavage.
Dante stands and bends her over the table, gripping her hips firmly. He pounds into her soaked pussy from behind, the wet sounds of skin slapping echoing through the room while her heavy breasts swing and drag against the cool surface. She moans around drags from her cigarette, exhaling shaky clouds of smoke with each powerful thrust.
As he nears the edge, she slides back down to her knees, cigarette glowing between her lips, eyes locked on him. Dante strokes his throbbing cock over her eager, upturned face. Thick ropes of cum erupt across her tongue and into her open mouth, creamy loads contrasting the dark coffee nearby.
She swallows deliberately, savoring the taste, then takes one last slow drag.
“Mmm… nothing beats starting the day like this. Best creamer for my coffee!”
She licks her lips clean, staring up at him with pure satisfaction.
