Luminati - Queenie Sateen in Posh

She swept into the penthouse like she owned the skyline, dress clinging like it was pissed at the bouncers for the last dance. Lights are low and dirty, the kind that makes skin look expensive. Naked guy’s already hard by the time the door shuts—Seth, built like he earns his keep between the sheets. Queenie doesn’t waste a second. She shimmies out of that slit dress, tits bouncing free, heels still on because why the fuck not. He goes straight to his knees, mouth greedy, tongue working over her like every groan’s a down payment. She grips his hair, hips snapping forward, legs spread wide for anything and everything his mouth can reach. Soon enough she’s riding his face like it’s custom furniture, wetness sliding down his jaw, jaw sets tight around the need to swallow every last drop. But not two minutes pass before she’s yanking him up, bent over the arm of her couch, balls-deep and breathless. She works him hard, cunt gripping like it’s doing the thinking, skin slapping sharp enough to echo off the glass walls. Seth meets her halfway, grip bruising on her hips, pounding until she’s cursing through clenched teeth, until she’s spilling all over his cock and still begging for more, arched and wild.