Riley Reyes

Riley Reyes just settled her pretty blonde ass onto ten inches of thick, uncut meat. The bull stands over six-foot-three and two-forty, every muscle carved hard. She grinds down until her hairy blonde bush is flush against his root, cunt stretched wide around that dark, uncut shaft. You’re on the floor, pants around your ankles, wrist pumping your sad little dick while she bounces. Her laughter cuts sharp every time she feels her hole stretch again. You steal looks at the slick length sliding in and out of her and hope she doesn’t catch you. She catches you anyway. “Keep watching, creep,” she hisses between gasps. “That’s the only way you’re getting close to this pussy.” The bull pumps harder; her eyes roll back, but the second she catches her breath she’s sneering at you again. When he finally grunts and floods her, she dips two fingers between her spread lips and scoops up the load. “Open up,” she orders, and drips the warm, salty mess into your mouth while both of them laugh at the sight of you swallowing what a real man just left behind.