Bad Boys Blowjob!

Nasty wakes Oliver up ready to taste exactly what she’s called after. She finds him sprawled on the couch, last night’s bottle still dangling from his hand, hoodie half covering his face. He’s a damn wreck, but that thick cock she’s been waiting for is bulging in his sweats. She yanks the waistband down, wraps her fingers around that hot, veiny shaft, and sinks it straight into her mouth. One deep thrust and it’s hitting the back of her throat, spit already running down her chin. She drops her clothes fast, tits out, ass up, and kneels so his dick can pound straight in. Her tongue slides lower, licking his balls, then she spreads his cheeks and gives his hole long, wet laps while she strokes him. Oliver gets his second wind, flips her around, and they sixty-nine—her lips working every inch of him while he tongue-fucks her asshole. He’s still hungover, but his cock’s rock-hard, driving deep every time she swallows. He stands, pins her head to the couch, and skull-fucks her from above. Heavy strokes, no mercy, until his balls tighten and he unloads thick ropes across her tongue, chin, and tits. Cum drips down her chest while she licks the last drop off the head. “All forgiven,” she grins, “long as you keep feeding me loads like that. Next time you’re out till dawn, though, at least text so I’m not sitting here with a wet pussy and nothing to suck.”