Jasmine Jae

Jasmine banked a tidy pile. Put her cash to work and bought a stake in a porn shop. Sales looked solid on paper, but she rolled in anyway to see what was making her money talk. The manager ran his mouth about dildos and DVD bundles. She smelled the bullshit immediately. He cracked and took her to the real reason the register was ringing: back-room booths that didn’t just play flicks. They had gloryholes carved in the walls. First time she saw big black cocks slide through those holes she stepped up, grabbed two heavy shafts at once, spit on them and started stroking. She alternated fast head, sloppy gagging, spit stringing from her chin onto the floor. When her cunt throbbed, she bent over, shoved the nearest cock inside, and fucked back hard until the walls rattled. She took one thick load across her face, strings rolling off her cheek, then slammed the second dick straight back into her dripping snatch so it could pump her full too. Both cocks jerked dry. She stood, cunt and lips leaking warm cum, chin shiny, proud as hell about the investment that paid in spunk.