POV Cuckold BJ with Lauren Phillips

Lauren lounges on the bed, eyeing you like a disappointment. “Haven’t felt jack between us for months,” she says, voice flat. “Figured I’d give you something to jerk off to when you’re alone.” She drags the zipper down her dress, skin flashing, tits snug in a black-lace bra that barely contains them. Matching panties sit high on her hips, thin enough to hint at the shaved strip underneath. “Need real meat, babe. Someone thick enough to stretch me open and make my cunt throb.” She nods to the door and a guy steps in—broad, already hard in his jeans. “Meet Conor.” She drops, doesn’t wait. Just pops his cock free and wraps those plump lips around it like a starving slut. Wet sounds fill the room; every slurp and gag makes your gut twist. She swallows him to the balls, nose smashing into his pelvis while her tongue works the underside. Spit drips from her chin onto her tits. You hear the sloppy throating, feel the smack of his heavy balls against her chin. Conor grunts, hips jerking. His load floods her mouth. Thick ropes pulse onto her tongue, spilling over her lips as she tries to swallow. Lauren pulls off with a grin, cheeks full. Cum drips from her bottom lip. She laughs, a short nasty bark, eyes on your crotch. “Pathetic,” she coos, licking leftover jizz from her fingertips.