Right To The Best

Yeah, our boy Kush Pipeher kicks off his career in the only way that makes sense. He shows up with his dick out and picks Jessica Starling as the woman who gets to lick it clean. Johnny Robins tries to squeeze a proper interview in, but the clothes hit the floor before anyone gets sentimental. Jessica rubs lotion on Kush's shaft until it shines, then dives into his armpits, probably checking the BO levels. She drops lower and gives his socks a sniff test like she's grading gym laundry. When she finally spreads him open, the whole neighborhood gets a front row seat. Kush sits on her face, bounces a little, then rolls onto his back so she can slurp from below. The rusty trombone makes an appearance, and later he flips into some high-altitude reverse piledriver just so Jessica can tongue him from an uncharted angle. Mutual mouth-to-groin action follows, because fairness. Kush tongue-fucks her border-town bush, then she returns the favor by gagging down every veiny inch. The main event is Jessica being opened like a wallet by Kush's girthy loanshark dick in cowgirl, both flavors of piledriver, a tail-wagging doggy and a good old-fashioned missionary drill. When he's close he rips out and paints a polite little smile across her lips. Later we find him soaping off in the shower, humming like he just finished yard work instead of half a yoga routine.