Bust A Move

It's moving day and Sadie Pop just scored a new place. The moment she admits she can't cover the bill, the help knocks over a pricey statue and suddenly everything's negotiable. Filthy Rich offers an easy way out—she tells him to shower first and she’ll give him a massage he won’t forget. He comes back to find her stark naked, petite and bronzed, natural tits and little tattooed skin glowing in the daylight. He drops onto the table, and she drizzles oil from neck to calves, letting it run over every curve. Then she straddles him and works those perfect tits across his back, sliding down, grinding up, turning tension into straight-up heat. When she reaches his balls and gives them a slick, teasing tug, he can’t help grinning. She pours more oil over her slim waist and tight little ass, presses her whole body to his again, and the slip of skin on skin says everything. He asks for his cock to get the same treatment—she smirks, flips him over, and goes to work. Her tits slide over his shaft, then her whole body follows, working him in long, slow strokes. He tells her to turn around; she plants that wet little pussy right on his throbbing dick and grinds, moaning louder every time his fingers find her clit. She can’t wait another second—she leans in, takes him deep, bobbing fast then slowing to a nasty, wet rhythm. A heartbeat later she sinks down and rides him hard, pounding in reverse cowgirl until the table creaks. He flips her onto all fours, slams into her doggy-style, then rolls her onto her back, grabs a fistful of brunette hair, and fucks her missionary until he unloads all over her smooth, glistening pussy.