American Buttman In London, Scene #02

Scene 2 starts with a tight shot on her mouth wrapped around his cock, spit already dripping down his shaft. She takes it deep, gagging once, then pulls back with a grin like she knows exactly what she’s doing. He grabs her hair and fucks her throat in steady strokes, pushing harder each time. She moans around him, eyes watering, mascara starting to run. He pulls out, slaps his dick across her tongue, and she opens wider, begging for more. He flips her onto all fours and spreads her cheeks. She’s soaked. He drives in from behind without teasing, burying himself to the balls in one thrust. She gasps, then pushes back into him like she wants it rough. He pounds her hard, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Sweat shines on her back. He reaches around and rubs her clit fast and dirty, making her legs shake. She comes first, clenching around him, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps drilling her until he’s right on the edge. He pulls out, strokes once, and shoots thick ropes across her ass and lower back. She reaches back, spreads it with her fingers, then licks them clean while looking over her shoulder like she could go another round.