My Pop's Girlfriend Loves To Fuck

Pop wasn’t giving Armani Black the dick she needed, so she took matters into her own hands—literally. One minute she’s on the couch staring at his pants, the next she’s on her knees working that zipper like she owns the rights. He stayed buried in his phone while she hauled out his cock and swallowed it whole. She bobbed like she was clocking overtime, spit sliding down her chin, hand stroking whatever she couldn’t cram in her throat. When the sloppy noise finally pulled his focus, she locked eyes, winked, and jammed him deeper. Cocky little smile on her face, cheeks hollowed, she gagged on purpose just to feel that thick bulge stretch her throat. He finally ditched the phone, fisted her hair, and started fucking her mouth like he meant it. Her mascara ran, her tits bounced free of her top, but she stayed glued to every inch, greedy, tongue flicking the underside every time she pulled back for air. She didn’t stop until his balls tightened and he painted the back of her throat in hot spurts; only then did she pop off, licking the last drop like dessert.