
Hatler’s halfway up a ladder scraping sludge when Emma Rose decides he’s earned a coffee break with benefits. She leans against the window frame, runs her fingers over her own tits, then flips up the hem of her tee so one perky breast pops free. Hatler tries to pretend the gutter is more interesting, so Emma ups the ante. She strolls outside in nothing but a micro-skirt and fishnet tights, bends at the waist, and shakes her ass like it’s personally offended him. Back inside, she sprawls on the bed. Hatler stumbles in, eyes glued to those shiny legs. Emma shucks the skirt, keeps the tights, and watches him drop to his knees. He plants slow kisses from ankle to thigh, then cups her pretty cock through the mesh. She rolls the waistband down just far enough for their cocks to slide together, skin on skin. Heat wins. Hatler tears the tights wide open, spits on her hole, and buries his tongue before driving his cock inside, raw and needy. Some break.
Hatler’s halfway up a ladder scraping sludge when Emma Rose decides he’s earned a coffee break with benefits. She leans against the window frame, runs her fingers over her own tits, then flips up the hem of her tee so one perky breast pops free. Hatler tries to pretend the gutter is more interesting, so Emma ups the ante. She strolls outside in nothing but a micro-skirt and fishnet tights, bends at the waist, and shakes her ass like it’s personally offended him. Back inside, she sprawls on the bed. Hatler stumbles in, eyes glued to those shiny legs. Emma shucks the skirt, keeps the tights, and watches him drop to his knees. He plants slow kisses from ankle to thigh, then cups her pretty cock through the mesh. She rolls the waistband down just far enough for their cocks to slide together, skin on skin. Heat wins. Hatler tears the tights wide open, spits on her hole, and buries his tongue before driving his cock inside, raw and needy. Some break.