In The Mood For Meat!

Joana wants meat and Steve O’s packing exactly what she needs. He drops to his knees first, nose buried in her ass, getting her warmed up. Once she’s good and slick she squats down, eyes shut, and swallows him whole. Lips tight, tongue swirling over the swollen head, she slides him deeper, loving every inch. She shoves him onto the couch, takes his balls in her mouth, and rolls those smooth nuts while her French-manicured fingers stroke his shaft. Up and down she licks, then sinks right back onto the tip. Her hand slips between her legs, fingering herself, until she climbs up, plants her pussy on his face and keeps sucking like she can’t get enough. They twist around on the cushions, bodies rocking, until Joana drops back to her knees, mouth open, tongue out. Steve O paints it white, thick ropes landing on her pierced tongue and dripping off her chin. She flashes a sticky grin before the fade.