Black Cougars On The Prowl - Misty Stone & Connor Kennedy

Connor Kennedy has been drooling over Misty Stone for months—that smoking-hot black MILF down the hall. He tried the whole dinner-and-a-movie thing once, and she laughed in his face: too young. Fine by her if she just rides the cock and leaves the dating for the over-thirty crowd. So when she invites him in tonight with that filthy little smirk, Connor knows he’s struck gold. He drops his pants and Misty’s eyebrows shoot up. White-boy dick this thick doesn’t come around every day. She wraps both hands around it, licks her lips, then slurps the fat head like she’s starving. Spit runs down his shaft in shiny strings while she moans, loving the salty taste, loving how it stretches her pretty lips. Minutes later she’s on all fours, back arched, pushing that juicy ass back onto every inch he can give her. Connor grips her waist, hammers deep, feels her soaked pink pussy grip him like a fist. She switches to cowgirl, slamming down so hard the bed frame creaks, tits bouncing, eyes glassy with lust. Every time she bottoms out she grinds her clit against him, biting her lip like she might come just from how full she feels. When he finally can’t hold back, Connor pulls out and strokes fast. Thick ropes of hot cum splatter across Misty’s cheeks, her open mouth, her eyelashes. She grins, licking the stray drops off her bottom lip, already wondering how soon she can schedule round two with the neighbor kid who just proved age is only a number.