Vivacious Redhead Gobbles A Goose!

Hey guys, Tarra White here. Miss me? I’ve been gone for a while, but I’m back and starving for dick. Last weekend I was out with the girls at a new club opening in Prague when this stud named Martin Gun walked straight up and told me he wanted my ass. I told him straight: my ass doesn’t come cheap, but he’d leave with a smile and an empty wallet. We had a few drinks, then I took him home to find out if his money talked as loud as he did. The second we stepped inside I made him stand back and watch. I climbed up on the big glass table, peeled my dress down, and ran my hands all over my tits and hips. Rolled onto my side so he could size up the goods, and sure enough his cock started pushing against his zipper. He stepped in to grab a feel, but I shoved him back into a chair. Good boys wait. When I figured he’d suffered enough, I slid off the table, dropped to my knees, and started fishing his cock out inch by inch. Gave it a few long, sloppy sucks to get it nice and shiny, then turned around and offered my pussy. Martin buried his tongue first, then slammed his dick in deep. He pumped hard, pulled out for a quick taste, and I hopped right back on top to ride him like I was trying to break the table. I flipped onto my back, tits up, legs spread, and he drove straight into my ass. Every thrust made my big tits bounce. When he couldn’t hold it, he yanked free, shoved that cock between my lips, and unloaded down my throat and across my chest. I swallowed the last spurt, licked my fingers, and smiled. Worth every dead president.