North Pole #32

What beats kicking back poolside on a bright afternoon? This does—kicking back with Cameron Caine’s lips wrapped around your cock. She swallows him slow, works the whole length, tongue everywhere, spit dripping down his balls, then pops up, climbs on, and sinks that wet pussy straight down. Once he’s buried deep she grabs his hips, keeps him seated while she rolls her hips in tight circles that squeeze every inch. He grips her ass and flips the script, drives up into her until the slap of skin echoes off the water. Her walls clamp and flutter and suddenly he’s hammering her, balls slapping, her moans cutting the summer air. She locks up, cums hard, and he pulls free just in time to paint her tits and belly white, hot spurts leaving shiny streaks across sun-kissed skin.