Macy Cartel
Foxxx N Soxxx Scene 2
With that grin and fuck-me stare Macy could get a dead man hard. One taste of her and you start hoarding every scene like a dragon stacks gold. Head to toe natural, teardrop tits, sunny-blonde hair floating in the breeze. Her fairy tale ends happy, too. Starts in a Tampa strip joint where that juicy pussy stops the room. Other dancers line up for her sets. Scouts book last-minute flights, drawn like moths. First decent offer and she laughs, “Well shit, it’s about time,” peels her thong off into the front row, climbs into the black limo idling out front. Next stop L.A. Thirty-some films later she’s got a rep for riding grown men straight into next week. Between shoots she enjoys a leather ottoman. Hide the collection now, because once the wife spots the hard-drive folder, eye contact will never be the same.
With that grin and fuck-me stare Macy could get a dead man hard. One taste of her and you start hoarding every scene like a dragon stacks gold. Head to toe natural, teardrop tits, sunny-blonde hair floating in the breeze. Her fairy tale ends happy, too. Starts in a Tampa strip joint where that juicy pussy stops the room. Other dancers line up for her sets. Scouts book last-minute flights, drawn like moths. First decent offer and she laughs, “Well shit, it’s about time,” peels her thong off into the front row, climbs into the black limo idling out front. Next stop L.A. Thirty-some films later she’s got a rep for riding grown men straight into next week. Between shoots she enjoys a leather ottoman. Hide the collection now, because once the wife spots the hard-drive folder, eye contact will never be the same.