Fingers twist in dark hair while a cock glides between parted lips, throat fluttering around it. She takes every inch with a hungry moan, her free hand gripping the base to guide him deeper. Between strokes, her tongue swirls the tip, cheeks hollowing as she swallows him whole again. Sandy’s heavy tits bounce loose with each thrust of her own hand, the couch cushions groaning under her weight. Her mascara smudges as she struggles to breathe, cock buried to the hilt before she pulls off with a wet gasp. Sandy did not hesitate one bit — her mouth was made for this.
