Lexi Lowe

Tax season. Dingo's grinding through his 2015 numbers with his accountant when the door opens and Lexi Lowe sashays in with a glass of water. Lingerie only, nipples already stiff. She hands him the glass, then sinks to her knees between his thick thighs and yanks his fat black cock free like she's opening a present. Her tiny hand barely circles it. She spits, strokes, mouths the heavy head, then gets both slobbering mouths working—his monster and her open throat—while her accountant fiancé leans back in his leather chair and gives the okay. The moment Lexi pulls her thong aside and climbs on top, every inch stretches her greedy cunt until her belly bumps his abs. She rides hard. Tits bounce. Sweet-talker keeps calling her a good slut between gasps, so she turns around, bends over the desk, and presents both holes. He takes her pussy first, then presses against her puckered ring and slides balls-deep up her ass in one slow push. Lexi’s eyes roll. She bites her lip, smiles, and begs for more. When Dingo finally fires, he keeps her impaled on every throbbing pulse, pumping a heavy belly-load straight into her guts. Fiancé steps up next, jerks once, twice, and sprays thick white ropes across her swinging tits until they’re glazed and dripping. She giggles, smearing it with her fingers like lotion, licking the leftovers off her knuckles while both men grin.