Blowjob From The Bush Queen!

One of those hairy-blonde bombshells struts back in looking even dirtier than last time. It’s Victoria Rush—green-eyed, big-titted, bushy as hell—and she’s here for Dillon again. He hands her a bottle of her favorite perfume like a good boy, and she thanks him the only way she knows how: dropping straight to her knees and inhaling his cock like she’s starving. She chokes it down, gags, comes up gasping, then slams back in until her nose meets his pelvis. Her hand twists the shaft in tight, wet strokes while she bobs on the head, then she pulls off and slaps the spit-slick cock across her own face, grinning. Every few seconds she drops lower to suck and tug on his balls, making a meal out of both. Dillon can only hold out so long. He plants his ass over her open mouth, lets her tongue-worship his nuts, then pumps his load straight onto her pretty face—hot ropes landing across her lips and cheeks. Victoria, cum still dripping, grabs the perfume to spritz herself, but the bottle’s bone dry. Typical.