I Bang Sierra!

I met Sierra Cure at the airport—blonde hair, full sleeves of ink, tight little body still buzzing after my long, shit flight into LAX. She kissed me like we’d been apart months. By the time we reached the room she was shaking to be fucked. We didn’t bother with small talk. I stripped her down, shoved her lace thong between her perfect lips, and held her wrists above her head while I tongued that sweet cunt until her thighs quaked. Then I climbed over her face and rode her split tongue like it belonged to me. She moaned into my soaked slit, every flick wicked and filthy. I pulled the panties from her mouth just long enough to let her beg for more, then stuffed them back in and ground down harder. She’d never done porn before. By the time I was finished she was marked, panting, and smiling like she’d die happy right there on the sheets.