Sin-hub
“You must love making a man sin.”
She chuckles, mouth drizzling saliva.
He traps it to the side of her mouth, and squashes the thick bubble along her succulent lips, tracing along to and fro until he’s learned the sketch of her lips.
“Only the right men.” She moans, inviting him to stick his thumb in her mouth.
And he does.
Her lips part, giving way for his fingers to thrust further in. Having fun, she sucks his fingers and strokes his cock, a queen in both services.