Exhausted stripper from São Paulo visits Bolt Jones’s place, begs for a massage, ends up with rough pounding and creampie.

What did you tell him? Sislovesme “My pretty pussy is soooo much nicer than hers,” she cooed, pressing the tip ever so slightly in between her lips. “Dee, get your ass out of his face, you little tease, you’re wrecking his concentration.”
Mr. He let go and fell back on the bed, Bobbi tumbling down after him, arms out to her sides, her head resting on his chest. But not wanting to lose, she pressed herself harder onto his face to prevent him from talking. ‘Well, here goes,’ he thought to himself and walked across the room to stand between them, spinning around to give them the requested view. Not until I say so! They’re even so far,” he pondered. Don’t grow old. Can you shoot that thick, hot, cum, right up in there?” Her voice was as sweet as the pie he was fucking. “I have cute undies too,” she pouted. “I’m going to come over whenever you want, Mr. He could feel the softness of her breasts, loose under her tank, on his arm. “Come along then.”
He led them from the living room through the dining room and into the kitchen. Oh god, yes.”
The last of his semen spent, he held himself suspended from Bobbi, who was shaking with the aftershocks of an equally groundbreaking experience. How’s the summer going? In a voice barely audible she said, “I know you want to fuck me again, don’t you.” Just the sound of her voice in his ear made his dick swell.