Grace Iris was prepared for you, but you weren't.

With her legs crossed and a smile reserved for you, she looks adorable sitting on the edge of the bed in that tiny black dress. With a smirk that says, "Come serve me," she curls her finger after stretching out on the bed as if she were claiming a throne. Her entire body hums as soon as your hands touch her feet. Without saying a word, Grace climbs over you, giggles, and presses her lips to your cock. Her gift to you is a slow, avaricious, and divine mouth. However, it is insufficient. She slips out of that dress, slides up your body, and then descends onto your cock.

As she rides you deeper, you hold onto her hips. Her groans get louder, and her ass bounces perfectly against your thighs. She leans forward and arches her back the way you desire when you are unable to contain her any longer. She purrs, "Go on." "Make it sloppy."

Breathless and trembling, you explode across her cheeks, and she merely gives you a knowing smile.