Carmela Clutch

Carmela’s on the hunt with that big-dick radar built into her ass. She pops into the club to shake it, hoping some thick cock will magnet to her by midnight. Nothing hits. She doesn’t waste time pouting. Instead she strolls straight to the glory hole behind the bar, where they stock the extra-large variety she craves. The second she gets that meat between her lips she drools like a faucet; spit’s already puddling on her knees and the floor. When she backs onto it, the wall thumps, no lube needed, the friction slick and filthy. She milks it, rides it, clamps down, until the load finally surges. Carmela seals her mouth tight so nothing escapes, gargles it for show, then swallows with a grin. Slut fed. Mission complete.