As soon as Tony DeSergio sees Alyssa Lynn in a taut, low-cut dress, her large milk sacks forming a boob shelf, any plans to leave are over. His hands are practically glued to the mounds of this walking, talking juicy fantasy.
Alyssa seizes the pont of time herself, dropping to her knees to give Tony’s pecker and balls a thorough engulfing and licking with tongue. They move to the sofa so Alyssa can get her miniature and constricted body into a doggie position and succulent her whistle some more on his horn. This fellow spanks her pert booty unbending as Alyssa strokes and sucks, making popping and juicy sounds.
Alyssa lies back so Tony can drive his skin-bus through her titty-tunnel. She is pumped fast and rock hard and when the head of his ramrod reaches Alyssa’s throat, this babe snakes her pink tongue out to take up with the tongue it and engulf it adore a sugar-plum. By now, plenty of boys would have discharged their loads just from her face hole and large melons but Tony is in control and in control of Alyssa.
After Tony parts her pink flaps and eats her out, her pink taco glistens, willing to be drilled. Tony rams the hawt stripper like a human jackhammer, relentlessly pounding her. The only sounds are Alyssa’s loud cries and the slapping of skin against skin until her grab is spermed and Alyssa is completely dick-drunk.