Jordan Blue

I usually dodge the courthouse block because a Black man in a decent ride means instant blue-light theater. Still, I sped through just long enough to scoop up Jordan Blue. Call her cougar, call her MILF — this thirsty interracial slut wasn’t about to refuse a lift. Her tits grabbed my eyes the second she slid in and she caught every glance. Five minutes talking and the heat shifted; I offered her more than just wheels. She pretended she might bolt once she heard about the homemade stash, then flipped right back after I called her gorgeous — couldn’t get enough of the compliment. She locked me in with a promise not to blast the footage online and next thing you know she’s on her knees, carpet tearing at skin while she throats the whole length. The way her eyes locked on mine with every sloppy plunge told me this was about to be pure fire. I flipped her, made her straddle me in reverse, watched that ass jiggle like it had somewhere to be. She bounced so hard I braced the seat, then I ran her through every angle I could dream up until she drained me all over that pretty face. She licked the last drop like she’d been waiting all week.