Kenzie's Blowjob Assistance

Kenzie Taylor just hit a hitch—her ride's dead on the shoulder. She's leaning against the hood, mile-long legs shining, nipples pushing through a thin white tee, when a guy pulls over. Quick jump-start, sparks fly under the hood. She gives him that “you saved my ass” look and tells him she always pays back her knights. Next thing he knows she's on her knees in the gravel, shirt hiked, tits out, mouth open wide as his cock slides between her plump, glossed lips. She works him sloppy—spit rolling down her chin, eyes watering, gag spitting and drool coating his shaft and balls in one hot, gushy mess. He can't hold it. With a growl he pulls back and paints her pretty face: thick white ropes stripe her cheeks, her forehead, her pouty lips, and drip off her jaw onto those heaving tits. She licks what she can, grinning through the cum-streaked glow like she just won the lottery.