Thayna Luccas
She saunters in, hips swaying like she's owning the damn room—curves that could stop traffic, tits straining against that tight top, and an ass begging for a smack. Her cock twitches under the skirt, half-hard already, outlining every inch of that thick shaft and those heavy balls. I grab her waist, pull her close, and grind against her, feeling that bulge press hot and insistent against my thigh. She smirks, all cocky and teasing, whispers, 'Wanna see what I've got packing?' I yank up her skirt, exposing that veiny monster springing free, pre-cum glistening at the tip. No panties, the slut—balls tight and full, ready to unload. She drops to her knees, eyes locked on mine, and swallows me whole, throat working like a pro, gagging just enough to make it filthy fun. I fuck her face hard, hands tangled in her hair, then flip her over the couch. Spread those cheeks wide—her hole's pink and puckered, winking at me. I spit on it, slide two fingers in deep, stretching her out while she moans like a bitch in heat. Lube up my cock, tease the head against her rim, then thrust in balls-deep, pounding that tight trans ass with everything I've got. She bucks back, greedy for more, her own dick slapping against her belly, leaking everywhere. We switch, her topping me now—slamming into my hole, owning it with that girly cock, mixing pain and pleasure till we're both sweating and swearing. Cum explodes first from her, painting my chest white and sticky, then I blow my load inside her, filling her up till it drips out. Exhausted, grinning like idiots, we collapse in a heap of limbs and jizz, already plotting round two.
Thayna Luccas
She saunters in, hips swaying like she's owning the damn room—curves that could stop traffic, tits straining against that tight top, and an ass begging for a smack. Her cock twitches under the skirt, half-hard already, outlining every inch of that thick shaft and those heavy balls. I grab her waist, pull her close, and grind against her, feeling that bulge press hot and insistent against my thigh. She smirks, all cocky and teasing, whispers, 'Wanna see what I've got packing?' I yank up her skirt, exposing that veiny monster springing free, pre-cum glistening at the tip. No panties, the slut—balls tight and full, ready to unload. She drops to her knees, eyes locked on mine, and swallows me whole, throat working like a pro, gagging just enough to make it filthy fun. I fuck her face hard, hands tangled in her hair, then flip her over the couch. Spread those cheeks wide—her hole's pink and puckered, winking at me. I spit on it, slide two fingers in deep, stretching her out while she moans like a bitch in heat. Lube up my cock, tease the head against her rim, then thrust in balls-deep, pounding that tight trans ass with everything I've got. She bucks back, greedy for more, her own dick slapping against her belly, leaking everywhere. We switch, her topping me now—slamming into my hole, owning it with that girly cock, mixing pain and pleasure till we're both sweating and swearing. Cum explodes first from her, painting my chest white and sticky, then I blow my load inside her, filling her up till it drips out. Exhausted, grinning like idiots, we collapse in a heap of limbs and jizz, already plotting round two.