Dava Foxx

Boyfriend out of town again so Dava's buzzing her boy Mandingo for a little night-time company. Place feels too damn empty without him. She likes the way his hands fill up the quiet. Middle of whatever conversation they start, she tosses out the line like it isn't loaded at all: 'I love my guy, I really do, but fuck, he's tiny down there.' Mandingo doesn't say much. He answers with twelve thick inches, bends her over the porch railing and buries every inch into that tight white pussy while the city skyline watches. Dava bites her own lip to keep the squeals from bouncing off the neighbors' windows. He empties once, keeps stroking, empties again, leaving her dripping on her man's deck like it owes him rent.