Her moan echoes through the room as she tastes Dmitry's salty pre-cum on her tongue. Her other hand moves up to cup and squeeze one of her own breast, rubbing the gold paint across her nipple as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the air, blending together in a cacophony of wet slaps and labored breathing.

"That's it, baby," Lovetaste Ballora purrs around his cock, "

Her fingers dig into the flesh of his ass as she pushes herself deeper down on him, taking more of him into her mouth. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels Dmitry's hand come to rest on her hair, tangling in the golden locks as he begins to fuck her face harder.

"Fuck, yes," he groans, his hips bucking up off the bed in time with the movements of her head. "I'm gonna cum..."