"Puta merda, olha essa bagunça," Bia mutters, her voice thick with accent and annoyance as she surveys the mess. But as she begins to tidy up, her tone shifts, her dirty talk kicking in. "Você gosta de me ver assim, Jack? Gostosa e disponível, só para você?" she asks, turning to face him, her hand slowly sliding down her stomach to cup her pussy. Jack's cock hardens instantly, tenting his pants as he watches Bia, her eyes locked onto his, promising a filthy, sweaty fuck once she's finished cleaning.