Balcony kneel: pink-haired slut begs for his load twice

The sun's dipping low over the hills as we step onto the villa balcony, that long drive making me ache for you. I couldn't wait another second—dropped to my knees on the warm tile, my pink bun bobbing, glasses fogging up while I wrap my lips around your thick dark cock. My hand strokes you needy, tongue swirling the head, moaning soft because I need your load down my throat before we even get inside. Eyes locked on yours through my frames, I suck deeper, feeling you throb against my palm, my body's on fire knowing you'll fill me twice tonight—once here, hot and messy, then pounding me later until I beg. Saliva drips as I work you faster, owned by this craving, your interracial heat making me drip too.