Rae Rodgers

They've started calling this gloryhole the Cougar Den. Rae Rodgers ditched her old name, went with Sky, and she's been hunting for one specific kind of dick—the black kind. Her boyfriend bought her the iPad, thinking she'd scroll through boring stuff. Instead she tracked this place down. She'd seen enough of the videos she keeps hidden to know exactly what was coming. When she steps inside the stall she peels off every last designer label like it's nothing. That look in her eyes says she's not backing down from whatever pokes through. She rubs herself first, getting warmed up, and then nine solid inches of thick black meat comes sliding in. She locks her mouth around it tight, spit flying everywhere, turning old stains fresh. Before long he's buried balls-deep in her cunt, and her loud-ass moans echo off the walls. Felt like trying to ram a soup can through a keyhole but it went in anyway. She took every inch she could manage, dropped to her knees, and swallowed every drop of cum that hole had to offer.