Zoey Portland

Think only the young girls chase the all-nighter vibe? Zoey proves that line dead wrong. Big-chested MILF, still smoking hot, she spots her young stud across the bar and knows exactly what the VIP list costs. She pulls him into the back booth, drops to her knees, pops his fly and swallows him to the root before he can crack a joke. Wet lips stretch around every thick inch, tongue swirling like she’s hungry and he’s the main course. Spit drips down her chin, runs over those full tits, yet she never slows—just bobs faster, cheeks hollowing, throat working him deeper with every stroke. She hums low and filthy around the head, glances up with that cocky half-smile, daring him to last. He tries, fails; hips jerk, fingers in her hair, and she drinks every shot, licking him clean while the bass thumps through the wall. When she stands, lipstick smeared, tits glistening, she slaps his chest and grins. « Night’s just starting, VIP. »