The Preacher's Daughter Scene 3
2016·23 min·98% liked·17.8K Views
Alexis Fawx watches Marissa scroll through phone pics of that dipshit Billy, then turns to Brad with a dirty smirk. 'Your stress levels are pissing me off, honey.' Next thing, she's dragging him into the bedroom by his belt, already working his zipper down. She drops to her knees like she owns the damn floor, spits on his cock and swallows him to the root. Brad groans, fists a hand in her hair, and starts fucking her mouth like he's mad at it. When she finally comes up for air she bends over the dresser, pulls her panties aside, and growls, 'Fuck the worry out of both of us.' Brad slams in balls-deep, hips smacking her ass on every thrust. She laughs through a moan, loving how rough he gets when he forgets to be polite. He grabs her tits, squeezes hard, and pounds until the only thing on his mind is the tight, wet clench of his wife coming around him.
Directors:Brad Armstrong













