The studio lights were hot, but nothing compared to the heat radiating off Ava. She knelt before me, her big tits practically begging for attention. I ran my hands through her brunette hair as she took me deep, her grip soooo tight I almost lost it right then and there.
"Fuck, Ava," I groaned, the sound raw and desperate. She glanced up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Is that good, baby?"
I didn't answer, just gripped her head and thrust harder. Her lips enveloped me completely, the suction sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her passion, her desire, a perfect match for my own. She was a seasoned pro, a MILF who knew exactly how to please a man.
I pulled back slightly, my eyes locked on hers. "Your turn," I whispered, then gently guided her to the bed. She sprawled out, her legs open, offering me a view of her perfectly shaved pussy. It was an invitation I couldn't refuse. I knew I had to take control, to show her the raw power I possessed. And god, she wanted it.
I ran my tongue along her slit, savoring her sweet juices. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. I could feel her building, her body arching towards me. Soon her pleasure was peaking. Then, I mounted her, entering her tight, wet heat. The grip was incredible, the friction insane. We both knew that every thrust was another step towards a satisfying climax.
Each thrust felt like a collision of souls, a merging of two bodies into one. I watched her face contort with pleasure as I drove deeper and deeper, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted in a silent scream.
Then, everything exploded. Ava screamed, her nails digging into my back as she climaxed, and I followed close behind, filling her with every drop of my seed. We collapsed together, breathless and spent, her big naturals cushioning my chest as our hearts pounded in unison. That was perfection, pure and simple.