Watcher #16 - Part 1

She struts up on him in the garage, tits bouncing, and plants a sloppy kiss right on his mouth. Tongue first, no patience. She drops to her knees, yanks his pants down, and swallows his cock like she’s starving. Spit runs down her chin while she bobs and slurps, eyes locked on his. He yanks her up, spins her around, and shoves her over the workbench. Skirt flipped, panties gone, that fat ass up in the air. Two fingers dive straight into her shaved pink cunt, pumping fast, then his tongue takes over—licking, sucking, finger-fucking until she shakes and squirts all over the concrete. He doesn’t give her a second to breathe. One thrust and he’s buried balls-deep in that dripping pussy, pounding so hard the bench rattles. A few strokes later he pulls out, lines up with her asshole, and sinks in. She gasps, then pushes back, taking every inch while he rails her raw. He flips her onto her back, fucks both holes like he owns them, then pulls out at the last second and paints her pretty face with thick ropes of cum.