Latex Accent

He stays on his knees because she likes him there. Black hair pulled back, latex shining against her skin, every move controlled. She steps in close and he keeps his eyes down like he knows his place. When she grabs his hair and yanks his head back, he opens his mouth without being told. She works his ass hard, fucks him until his breath comes out in short sounds, then beats the rest of his body until the skin glows. She likes the marks. Her tits fill the frame when she leans over him, and her ass looks even tighter in the shiny black. He takes every slap, every thrust, every demand because that’s the deal. She gives him nothing soft, and he gives her everything.