Ass-King For Trouble

Alex Jones is chilling between clients when Betty Foxxx struts in, all bubbly and bad. His eyes lock right on her juicy bubble butt straining against those tight-ass clothes. He tries to act right but he’s an ass guy through and through. When he says hi, she throws him for a loop, asking for a bolster massage because nothing but that will fix her aching butt. He gulps, agrees fast, and takes her back to the room. Betty gets naked fast, climbs onto the bolster, and sticks that plump ass up like she owns the table. Alex oils his hands and starts rubbing, yet his palms keep drifting lower. Every moan she lets slip pumps more blood south, and before he knows it his finger’s slipping straight up her butthole. He freezes, heart hammering. Betty just pushes back against him and begs for more. That’s all the green light Alex needs. He buries his face, licks, sucks, fingers her open, then shoves every inch of his cock into that hungry hole. No more pretending now—he’s balls-deep and loving every filthy second.