The studio lights hummed, reflecting off Avi's nervous sweat. Michael Vegas watched as she fidgeted with her small tits, barely contained in a flimsy lace bra. "Relax," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just enjoy it."
He started with soft kisses, tracing the outline of her lips before delving deeper. Avi moaned, her hands finding their way into his hair. The kiss turned sloppy, wet and urgent. He pulled back, his eyes locked on hers. "Ready?"
Avi nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He guided her down, his big cock throbbing against her cheek. The blowjob started slow, tentative, but quickly escalated into a full-blown deepthroat session. Avi gagged playfully, pushing him further, her eyes watering with pleasure.
He pulled her up, spinning her around. He spread her legs, her hairy pussy glistening under the lights. He began to finger her, teasing the clit, watching her eyes widen with anticipation. She started to rock her hips, begging for more. The pressure built, her body tensing. Then, it erupted. A geyser of squirt shot across the room, soaking the sheets.
Michael smirked. "Not done yet," he whispered, flipping her onto her stomach. He entered her from behind in doggystyle, driving deep, making her scream. He then pulled her up to cowgirl position. She writhed on top of him, grinding against his cock, her small frame shaking with each thrust. He finished inside her, both of them gasping for air, completely spent.
As Michael rolled them over to engage in a side fuck she kissed him softly. He looked at her and smiled.
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Michael Vegas
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Avi Love