Victor Solo
Psycho Teen/Stepdad/MILF Anal
Teens Vs MILFS #03, Scene #01
Kevin Solo struts into the room like he owns the place, already rock-hard. He drops his pants without a second thought, grabs his thick cock by the base, and starts stroking with that same lazy smirk he gives everyone before he gets what he wants. His hand works slow, deliberate strokes, squeezing just under the swollen head each time it slides up, thumb rolling over the slick bead of precum gathering there. He spreads his legs wider, rolls his hips forward to fuck his own fist, balls swinging heavy and tight between his thighs. With each upward stroke the head flares, shiny and dark, then disappears back into his grip as he pulls down to the root. He angles his wrist so his fingers rub along the underside, stroking that thick vein, and lets out a low grunt that turns into a cocky laugh. Sweat beads on his abs as he jerks faster, the wet sound of his fist on his shaft filling the room, his other hand reaching down to cup and tug his balls. His whole body moves with it, shoulders rolling, ass flexing, until his breathing goes ragged and his hips snap forward one last time, shooting ropes of cum across his own stomach in thick, pulsing bursts. He keeps stroking through it, milking every drop, until his cock twitches in his hand and the last sticky trail drips from his fingers.
Kevin Solo struts into the room like he owns the place, already rock-hard. He drops his pants without a second thought, grabs his thick cock by the base, and starts stroking with that same lazy smirk he gives everyone before he gets what he wants. His hand works slow, deliberate strokes, squeezing just under the swollen head each time it slides up, thumb rolling over the slick bead of precum gathering there. He spreads his legs wider, rolls his hips forward to fuck his own fist, balls swinging heavy and tight between his thighs. With each upward stroke the head flares, shiny and dark, then disappears back into his grip as he pulls down to the root. He angles his wrist so his fingers rub along the underside, stroking that thick vein, and lets out a low grunt that turns into a cocky laugh. Sweat beads on his abs as he jerks faster, the wet sound of his fist on his shaft filling the room, his other hand reaching down to cup and tug his balls. His whole body moves with it, shoulders rolling, ass flexing, until his breathing goes ragged and his hips snap forward one last time, shooting ropes of cum across his own stomach in thick, pulsing bursts. He keeps stroking through it, milking every drop, until his cock twitches in his hand and the last sticky trail drips from his fingers.