Sucking Off A Hung Bum

Brooke Banner struts into the empty house wearing that blouse she knows shows off the goods. A moan stops her cold. Some young buck is on the couch stroking the biggest cock she’s ever seen. She crosses her arms. “What the hell are you doing?” He barely glances up. “I live here.” Brooke laughs, low and filthy. “Not today you don’t.” He shrugs, keeps pumping that thick shaft. “Kicking me out won’t be easy, lady.” Fine. She drops to her knees right there on the hard­wood, tits already spilling over her open collar. “You leave after I suck you—deal?” The bum’s grin splits ear to ear. He stands, lines that veiny cock up to her glossed lips, and Brooke swallows him in one greedy gulp. Her cheeks hollow, spit running down his balls, those heavy tits bouncing with every noisy bob. He grabs fistfuls of blonde hair and fucks her throat like he owns it. She takes every inch, eyes tearing, mascara starting to smear. She pulls off just long enough to growl, “Don’t you dare hold back,” then milks him with both hands and her slick tongue flicking the crown. He groans loud, blasts rope after thick rope across her mouth, chin, and cleavage—hot, sticky, dripping into her cleavage and soaking the lace of her bra. Brooke wipes a smear off one nipple with two fingers and licks it clean, smirking up at him. “Now beat it, stud. Client’s on the way.”