You weren’t ready for Grace Iris — but she was ready for you. She looks so sweet sitting on the edge of the bed in that little black dress — legs crossed, smiling just for you. She stretches out on the bed like she’s claiming a throne, then curls her finger with a smirk that says, “Come serve me.” The moment your hands touch her feet, her whole body hums. Grace giggles, climbs over you, and without a word, lowers her lips to your cock. That mouth is slow, greedy, divine — her gift to you. But it’s not enough. She slides up your body, slips out of that dress, and sinks down onto your cock. You grip her hips as she rides you deeper, her moans growing louder, her ass bounces against your thighs, tight and perfect. When you can’t hold back any longer, she leans forward, arching her back just the way you like it. “Go on,” she purrs. “Make it messy.” You explode across her cheeks, breathless, shaking — and she just smiles knowingly.