Who wore the pants in this house? The glasses-wearing blonde with heavy tits, that’s who. Straddling him like she owns the cock, pussy swallowing every inch before she takes control. Back arches, nails dig in, bed springs scream under the pounding. Then she’s on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, cock buried so deep she’s gasping. One last switcheroo for the facial — white ropes across her cheeks, tongue out to catch the last drops. Messy, loud, and she’s loving every second of it.
