Tavern vixen deepthroats after last call

The tavern finally quieted after a rowdy night, bottles clinking softly as she locked the door, her green-tipped braid swinging with purpose. Dressed in her tight white lace frock, belt hugging her waist, she eyed his naked body hungrily—no more waiting, she needed his cock down her throat right there amid the wooden beams and glowing lanterns. Her full lips part wide, engulfing the swollen head of his dick with a wet slurp, hand pumping the shaft firmly while the other fondles his heavy balls. Purple-shadowed eyes gaze up, smudged lipstick smears as she sucks deeper, throat relaxing to take more, big tits heaving in her low-cut dress with every bob, her own cunt dripping from the raw power she wields.