There’s just something about it, familiar hands on new territory, the trust already built, and that delicious tension finally snapping. Rose Caarter has known Slam for about three years. They’ve flirted, danced around it, traded dirty jokes and knowing glances. And now? She’s finally getting what she’s been craving. This isn’t about performance or perfect lighting. It’s about him. About that cock she’s thought about more times than she’ll admit. Not some oversized, camera-ready monster, just good, solid boyfriend dick. The kind you want in your mouth at midnight… and again in the morning. The kind you can keep coming back to, again and again. Rose looks so pretty with a cock in her mouth, eyes full of mischief, lips stretched, spit glistening. She loves the way it makes him breathe differently, the way his body twitches when she swirls her tongue just right. And when he finally slides inside her, she’s already grinning, because honestly, are you even really friends if he hasn’t cum inside you at least once? This one’s personal. This one’s filthy. And Rose is loving every second of it.
