Foxxy Mama

Damon shows up hunting for his girl, but walks into an empty living room except for her mom. Dava Foxx lounges on the couch in nothing but a silk robe, and her eyes light up when she clocks the bulge in his jeans. She doesn’t say much—she just slides off the cushion, drops to her knees, and peels his cock out like she’s unwrapping a present. One long, wet lick from balls to tip, then she takes him straight down, throat clenching around every inch until tears streak her mascara. Her hand works the shaft she can’t swallow, spit drooling over her knuckles, tits hanging heavy out of the open robe. Damon tries to pull back, mutters that her daughter’s gonna be home any second, but Dava just sucks harder, gagging and humming, cheeks hollowing, gaze fixed on his while she drains his load straight down her greedy throat.