Cam Girl’s Desperate Cash Hustle Leads To Steamy Lesbian Pussy Feast

And with good reason…though Jo would never admit she was wrong. Milf sex Ellen’d be on my side for this one.”
Deposited in the passenger seat, she flinches when he slams the door behind her. “Oh, don’t think you’re getting outta this that easy, babe,” he says, tossing his jacket onto a chair. “Hey, Jo,” he says, calling her attention back to his face. Everything her mother warned her about. Her lips brush softly over the tattoo on his chest. “You wouldn’t,” he answers. Definitely not a dream. His actions are punishing, yet gentle; primal, yet passionate. Quickly stripping off his clothing, he digs into his wallet for protection. His mouth finds hers as they both take time to acclimate. “Dressing like this is a mistake, Harvelle,” he husks, his hand smoothing over the satin separating his touch from her bare skin. “The difference is I’ve been hunting a hell of a lot longer than you,” he bites back. “I’ve never been accused of being good,” he taunts, his lips attaching to her other breast and giving it equal attention.