The room is dimly lit, filled with the scent of musk and arousal. Mischel Channson kneels before her lover, her eyes locked on his as she takes his massive cock into her mouth. She devours him like it's her last meal, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as she moans in pleasure. Her hands explore his thighs, tracing patterns that send shivers down his spine. He lets out a low growl, feeling the heat of her breath on his skin. She pulls off his dick slowly, her lips leaving a wet, satisfying smack. "Now for my favorite part," she whispers, turning around and presenting her perfect ass to him. He grabs her hips firmly, pushing his cock against her tight entrance. With one slow, steady thrust, he enters her, filling her up completely. Her breath catches in her throat as she gasps in pleasure, arching her back to meet his rhythm.
