Candi Coxx

Rico Strong and Charlie Mac heard one line—“I need to try out this west coast dick”—and wasted zero time stuffing Candi Coxx full of black meat. First she rattles off a quick body count of every pale prick she’s taken, then she hops on a west-coast flight so the two studs can rearrange every hole she owns. Those fat tits bounce like wrecking balls while the two veterans trade turns pounding her throat, her cunt, her ass. They stretch her raw in a spit-roast, tag-teaming so hard that Candi’s moans hit banshee pitch and the walls rattle. Right when her legs give out they pull out, douse her pretty face in thick, sticky ropes, and send her home looking like a glazed donut.