Your Mom Tossed My Salad 21 - Scene 3

Tommy King's thick ass could crush a fucking watermelon. She struts in, cheeks bouncing with every step, already hooked up to a slutty g-string that disappears between those fat, wobbly globes. Dude's already spread eagle on the couch with his legs jacked up like he's getting inspected. She drops down and buries her whole face in there, tongue swirling around his hairy rim, sloppy and hungry like she's starving for hole. Spit runs down her chin while she moans into it, making out with his puckered entrance like it's got her name written on it. He groans and grips the cushions when she presses her nose in deeper, all breath and tongue and wet sounds. Every sloppy lick makes his cock jerk against his abs while she keeps munching like that ass is the only meal she'll ever want.