Karla Rose knows her place. The second she walked in, those big natural **** bouncing under her shirt, I yanked her to her knees. No words needed — just her mouth worshiping me like the filthy **** she is.
First, I made her lick my ******* slow, savoring every shiver she gave me as her tongue circled tighter. Then I fisted her hair and shoved her face deeper, switching between facefucking her throat and making her clean my hole until I decided where my load belonged.
And guess what? I didn’t just paint her pretty face — I aimed for her eyes, watching her blink up at me, dazed and dripping. That’s how you train a good little fucktoy.
Want to see her beg for more?