Wet-Mouth Blonde Gets Creamed On The Couch

Thick thighs clamped around his waist as she pulls him deeper, his cock disappearing between her parted lips with wet, sloppy sounds. Her spine arches off the couch when he flips her onto her back, knees pinned high, tits bouncing with every rough thrust. The air thickens with the smell of sweat and pussy as her moans turn desperate, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. Then the shift — he pulls out, strokes slow and steady until the first thick rope lands across her parted mouth, the next across her cheek, the last dripping onto her collarbone. Her tongue darts out, licking up the mess while her eyes stay locked on his, hungry for more.