Savanah Gets Wet For the Pool Boy

Being the pampered trophy wife suits Savannah Storm just fine. She lounges, shops, does whatever she damn well pleases. Especially when hubby's away, she hunts down fresh young dick. Today's target: the eighteen-year-old pool boy Mighty Dee. Lean, chocolate-smooth, just out helping his old man before college. She clocks that bulge in his shorts, figures a boy his age needs zero convincing. One demand later and that cock's out—ten thick inches of sweet ebony wood—and Savannah drops to her knees to taste it. Cock over carbs any day. She sucks like she skipped lunch, throat working, eyes watering, hungry for the protein. Heat's climbing outside; she's just getting started. One hip-swivel later and she's straddling him poolside, split wide, that slick cunt swallowing every inch until her voice carries across the fence line. Neighbors get the full show—wet slaps, frantic moans, her screaming through climax after climax. Only way this ends is when the boy unloads a thick, steaming rope across her pretty face.