Petite Coco Lovelock Needs Something Much Bigger

Coco Lovelock had her new cuck come over so she could show him what being with her really means. The moment he stepped inside she curled into his side and held up the phone, face glistening with thick loads, the still-hard cock pressed against her cheek, the picture she had snapped the second he rang her at the glory hole. “See this?” she whispered, letting the image burn in. Her tone left no room for hope. She reminded him his three-inch excuse could never give her that. Then she said a couple of packages were on the way and shoved him toward the door. Don Prince and Goldey walked in like they owned the place. Coco wasted no time yanking their cocks free, showing cucky exactly what he was up against, and took them straight down her throat. She became pure fuck-toy after that, bent, twisted, spread wide so each bull could pound whichever hole he wanted. She stayed pressed to her cuck’s chest the whole time, calling “next” every time one cock slipped out and the other slammed in, until her voice cracked and her mind went blank. When she was wrecked she dropped back to her knees and told them to paint her tiny ass. They emptied every drop across her cheeks, and she turned, offering the warm mess to her cuck to seal the deal.