Laya Rae Devours Charles Neptune’s Ass Between Takes

So there I was with Charles, and I can’t stop thinking about how that afternoon turned into something so raw and unfiltered, with the whole rimming pornstar vibe taking over in the best way possible, because what started as a lazy, chatty break suddenly felt like we were the only two people in the world, and I remember sprawling out on that worn leather couch, my legs kicked up and my body humming with this electric anticipation that I didn’t even try to fight, and he just moved in close, grinding against me with this slow, deliberate rhythm that made my head spin, his cock pressing hot and hard against my slick skin, but he was patient, letting me set the pace, and I loved that, so I reached for the bottle of oil and let it drip down my fingers before smoothing it over his shoulders, his back, the curve of his hips, watching the light catch on his skin as I worked every inch of him, and by the time my hands drifted lower, he was breathing heavy, practically vibrating with need, and when I whispered for him to still, he obeyed without hesitation, so I positioned myself behind him and dove in with my tongue, tracing that tight, sensitive ring of muscle, tasting the salt and heat of him, feeling him shudder and moan as I circled and pressed and teased until he was gripping the couch and pushing back against me, completely surrendered to the moment, and honestly, that connection, that trust, made it way more intimate than I ever imagined.