Carlos Simoes, driven by primal urges, knocked on Tempestade Negra's door, feigning concern. Once inside, he dropped the act, his eyes locked onto her inviting cunt. Tempestade, a self-proclaimed slut, didn't resist as Carlos pushed her onto the couch, burying his face between her thighs. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of her soaking pussy. Tempestade writhed, her hands fisting Carlos' hair, pulling him closer, urging him to devour her completely.