Kelli Provocateur vs Fluffy

Kelli’s been tearing through guys like tissue. Fluffy thought he’d be different. Eighteen minutes in and he’s already gasping under her ass. She pins him flat, squeezes the fight out with thick thighs, then grinds her weight across his face until his lungs burn. Every time he tries to scramble free, she clamps down harder, muscles flexing, that swollen clit brushing his lips while her toes dig into his chest. Prize round and the rules are brutal: he isn’t allowed to use his dick. Instead he gets ordered to lick every inch of her—hard biceps, flexed quads, then straight to that big, throbbing clit and finally her feet. He kisses and sucks until spit trails down his chin. When she’s bored she straps his wrists, steps into a fat black cock, and shoves it past his teeth. One thrust knocks him to his back. She rides his face until her thighs shake and she comes hard, leaving him soaked and used.