Jordan Blue

Jordan Blue's tall blonde with a rack that doesn't quit. Heavy makeup, hips doing that thing. We must be in a strip club. We are. Back room, she's making the rounds, letting each guy see what he paid for. Then that hole in the wall and a serious dick pushing through—thick, black, already half-hard. She clocks it, drops right down like she planned it, takes as much as she can swallow. Works it till it's steel-stiff, then throws those long legs around and lines herself up, rams it straight inside. When she's done riding she goes right back to her knees, two hands jacking the shaft while her mouth stays on the head until the bastard shoots, coating her tongue in one heavy spurt after another.