Melody Cummings - Super Horny Fun Time

Okay listen up – Thursday night November 14, 2020 rolls around at nine Eastern. She drops on the couch butt-naked already half-crazed from the day. I tell her I grabbed a sixty-minute slot for that exact second and she laughs, slides her phone over so I can see the red blinking dot counting down. We fuck like we own the house. I’ve got her legs folded to her ears, pounding straight into her wet little cunt until her tits bounce into her own face. She gets mouthy about my stamina but thirty minutes later I flip her over, plant her ass right on my face, lick her until she’s swearing into the cushions, shove my tongue back inside that pussy and she gushes down my chin with a gasping choke of breath. Fingering her too, dirty knuckles buried knuckle-deep while my other hand squeezes her right tit hard enough to leave a faint mark. She fists the couch trying to steady herself, but I drag it into the camera frame because she promised an honest record. Three fingers in, she’s soaking my stubble, I choke the come out of her while my own bare cock stands there untouched, throbbing under the heat of the lights. She begs for a quick nibble on her clit so I gnaw it gently just to feel her flutter. Wet sounds slip the mic. Later she wraps a callused hand around my shaft, strokes like she knows exactly the pressure my vein likes, tilts my pelvis on the frame grab, I grin back at her pissed-off smile. We keep it all on tape: her flushed neck, her slick folds parting under our thumbs, her tiny clit flicking between two wet digits, tiny bubbles of her juice catching the glow of the living-room lamp, my balls heavy and wanting. Nothing soft or artistic — just the straight shot of her throat working when she tips her head back and moans my name low like she might pay me for the pleasure later.