Mandy Sweet

Mandy’s fuming in the heat, foot tapping, ride still missing in action. Flash strolls past, eyes glued to her curves, and—BAM—he trips on a sidewalk crack, eats dirt. She checks him out, all medical, and calls it a sprained ankle. Figures she might as well drag the big guy home for some ice. Soon as they’re inside, though, that plan melts. Mandy’s cougar gears start turning. She plants a cool pack on his ankle, then grins and says the swelling’s gotta move someplace lower. Somewhere she can work it out. Flash barely argues before her mouth’s on him, pulling that thick black cock stiff as a rail. Once she’s got him throbbing, no sense wasting it. She climbs on, wet pussy swallowing that heavy pole inch by inch, riding till she’s satisfied. Then she drops right back to her knees, finishes him down her throat like dessert.