3 (Three) - Part 3

Mid-afternoon rolls around and she's already on her knees, blonde hair catching the light as she works that big dick down her throat. Small tits bounce while she takes every inch like she's been waiting all day for it. Vintage vibe hits hard — everything about the way she moves feels retro and nasty at the same time. She spits, she strokes, she keeps eye contact like she's daring him to lose it. He grabs a handful of hair and fucks her mouth slow and deep, making sure she feels every thick inch slide over her tongue. The pace stays steady, dirty, real — no rush, just raw need and heat building with every stroke. She stays on task, switching between tight lips and eager hands, never letting him go soft for a second.