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Metal Massage Part 4 - Romi Rain
Small Hands needed the rent money yesterday, and Joanna Angel already told him he had one more day. Then the front door flew open and Romi Rain strutted in like she owned every nail in the floor. His jaw dropped. He fucking idolizes Toxic Pussy and there she was, boots, tattoos, the whole legend. Romi swung by looking for a spa that wouldn’t hand her some wimpy-ass floral towel. One glance around the dingy shop and she knew the spot was perfect. She slapped cash on the counter and ordered the air-guitar treatment. Small Hands grabbed an invisible axe and started shredding air while Romi peeled off her clothes, slathered coconut oil everywhere, and rubbed herself down on the table. Oil gleamed on her tits, slid between her thighs. The minute he dropped the act and climbed on, he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking like a starved fan. Romi pulled him up by the hair, shoved her tongue down his throat, then flipped onto all fours. He drove into her from behind, oil-slick skin smacking loud, fingers digging into her hips. She rode him next, straddling his cock, bouncing so hard the table groaned. When she finally let him finish she stayed on top, grinding until every drop pumped inside her. Dripping oil and fresh cum, Romi grinned and said she was buying the joint on the spot. No more closing. Happy endings all around.
Small Hands needed the rent money yesterday, and Joanna Angel already told him he had one more day. Then the front door flew open and Romi Rain strutted in like she owned every nail in the floor. His jaw dropped. He fucking idolizes Toxic Pussy and there she was, boots, tattoos, the whole legend. Romi swung by looking for a spa that wouldn’t hand her some wimpy-ass floral towel. One glance around the dingy shop and she knew the spot was perfect. She slapped cash on the counter and ordered the air-guitar treatment. Small Hands grabbed an invisible axe and started shredding air while Romi peeled off her clothes, slathered coconut oil everywhere, and rubbed herself down on the table. Oil gleamed on her tits, slid between her thighs. The minute he dropped the act and climbed on, he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking like a starved fan. Romi pulled him up by the hair, shoved her tongue down his throat, then flipped onto all fours. He drove into her from behind, oil-slick skin smacking loud, fingers digging into her hips. She rode him next, straddling his cock, bouncing so hard the table groaned. When she finally let him finish she stayed on top, grinding until every drop pumped inside her. Dripping oil and fresh cum, Romi grinned and said she was buying the joint on the spot. No more closing. Happy endings all around.