Road Queen #20

Got my first taste of her pussy on release day. She stepped in from the rain, denim short-shorts glued to that ass. I spread her open right there on the floor, tongue driving straight into slick heat while she tried to push my head away. Phone kept ringing. Nothing doing, we answered it together while my mouth locked tighter on her clit. In came another in black leather. Popcorn shirt flew off the second his zipper cleared. I kicked back, watched him drill her from behind, heard the squelch of wet hole taking every inch, watched her face twist into that grin that says she’s being fucked stupid and loving it. While he hit it, a fresh slut in a tiny dress dropped between my legs and wolfed my cock like breakfast. Later I’d shoot thick ropes across one girl’s tits, smear it into her tongue while she giggled past the cameras. Ten girls that night total, a dozen positions, every fuck captured while we drank, fucked, kept camera angles all over it.