Milfs & Cookies

Aaliyah Love was itching for it bad, tongue practically watering. She’d been shooting the guy looks all damn morning, watching him swagger around in those gray sweats with his bulge swinging like a taunt. Couldn’t wait to get her lips around that cock. When the house finally emptied she cornered him against the kitchen island, peeled his waistband down, and didn’t give him time to think. Her mouth stretched wide and slid down slow, all slick heat and sucking intent, pulling every inch deeper until her nose bumped his stomach. She worked the rhythm like she’d practiced—wet bobs, loud slurps, tongue pressing and swirling on every stroke. Spit glistened on her chin, drooling down his shaft in messy threads. Aaliyah moaned around the length like she was tasting something rich, pumping her fist at the base so not a drop went to waste. Her tits bounced under her thin tank every time she dipped, nipples stiff, desperate to feel his load shoot across them. She didn’t pull off to breathe, just gasped between gulps and kept going—hungrier, nastier, treating that cock like dessert she’d been starved for. When he swelled thick against her tongue she pressed her throat down and took the whole pulsing flood, eyes watering, smile curling around him while she swallowed every hot rope like she couldn’t get enough.