Hot & Curvy Landlord

Ashley Fires? Stone-cold landlord but the second Chad Alva showed up looking for a room, her whole vibe changed. One look and the air got thick. She walked him straight to the bedroom and dropped to her knees like she had a point to prove. Mouth opened wide, she swallowed him in one slick glide—every fat inch sinking past her tonsils until her nose brushed his stomach. Gagging, spit running, she bobbed harder, throat squeezing him like a fist while her eyes watered and she still moaned like a bitch getting paid. Chad’s knees buckled. Ashley didn’t let up. She pulled off just long enough to beg for it on her tongue, mouth open wide and panting. One thick rope after another painted her pretty face, strings catching on her lashes, dripping off her chin while she smiled like she’d won.