Making Mandy Wet

I ran into Mandy Waters on my hike through the hills. She was chilling in the shade, fresh from Florida, saying the LA sun felt nice but she missed a good pool. So I offered her mine. She took the bait, followed me home, and the minute the door shut we skipped the water outside. Next thing I know she's on her knees, tongue working like she hadn't tasted dick in weeks, and I'm balls-deep in the tightest, wettest pussy this side of Florida. I kept her spread open until I couldn't hold it anymore, then unloaded every drop right up against her cervix. By the time we finished, the carpet was the only thing that needed a swim.