She peels the dripping top off slowly, letting those soft, full breasts bounce free, then slides the bottoms down and steps out of them. She climbs onto the bed, turns around, and sinks down, dragging her warm, slick pussy across his mouth first, then lower, smearing her heat and the taste of chlorine all over his hardening cock.
He stays on his back while she drops between his legs and takes him deep into her mouth—slow, thorough, lips stretched tight around him, tongue working as wet sounds fill the room. When he finally sits up and stands, she stays on her knees right in front of him and starts fucking her own throat on his cock.
He pulls out at the last second and paints her face—thick ropes across her cheeks, lips, and open tongue—while she stays kneeling, looking up at him, marked and breathing hard.
