BTS - Lexi Stone & Jodie Johnson

Lexi Stone drops to her knees like she owns the damn floor. She grabs Jodie Johnson's cock, wraps those lips around the head, and sinks down without any ceremony. Jodie groans, hips already twitching. Her spit runs down his shaft as she works him deeper, hand twisting at the base, mouth wet and loud. The camera catches everything: spit glistening on her chin, her mascara smearing slightly, Jodie grabbing a fistful of her hair and fucking into her throat. She doesn't gag. She takes it, eyes watering but still cocky as hell. Then Lexi stands, pushes him back on the couch, and climbs on. She lines him up, sinks down in one smooth drop, and starts riding like she's got a point to prove. Her tits bounce, skin slapping, wet sounds filling the room. She grinds down hard, rolls her hips, moans when he hits the spot. Jodie thrusts up to meet her, hands locked on her ass, spreading her open. Sweat starts rolling down her spine. She leans in, bites his neck, keeps bouncing. When she comes she doesn't slow down—just gasps, clenches, keeps riding straight through it. Jodie flips her onto her back, folds her legs, pounds deep. She laughs when he starts to lose rhythm. He pulls out, strokes fast, and shoots across her tits. She smears it with two fingers, licks them clean, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.