Tricks For Trixy (HARDCORE)

Sarah Vandella strolled into the spa looking like trouble wrapped in a towel. I worked the knots out of her shoulders first, then slid my hands lower, way lower, until she felt my fingers graze the top of her tits. She shot me a look, but didn’t move away. I tossed out some line about tension and circulation; she bought it—or pretended to—while her nipples pushed against the sheet. Before long the sheet was gone, her big tits spilled out, and I had my cock resting on her tongue. Hardcore, straight to the point: she sucked like she needed to book a sitter, and I wasn’t about to argue.