Maia Davis POV
Maia crawled on all fours toward Pete, eyes locked on her own reflection in the mirror as she licked her lips like she wanted to devour herself. Pete's cock twitched hard at the sight of her perky pink tits bouncing and that thick ass squeezed into skin-tight denim shorts. She lived for the filth—sloppy, spit-soaked sex, strings of drool everywhere, her tight asshole stretched and wrecked, and cumming so hard she shook. Today Pete was going to ruin her face and both greedy little holes, but first she'd finger-fuck herself into a dripping, desperate mess and show him exactly how deep her throat could take it like the submissive cumslut she was. Face down, ass up—such a filthy good girl.
