Suck His Dick & Fuck'em Sideways

Lolly Dames storms back into the studio like she never left, all big blonde hair, tongue stud, nipple piercings and a pair of tattoos that stretch when she bends. They hand her to Jimmy Michaels—young, hard and apparently willing to take orders. She peels off the bra first, those heavy, fake-looking tits swinging free, silver bars catching the light, while he slicks oil over the shelf of her ass. Forty inches, give or take, and it jiggles like it’s got somewhere to be. Jimmy ducks under, tongue out, licking the thick lips she keeps waving at him. She drops onto her back, legs wide, and he stays down there, sucking her clit like it owes him money. When she’s had enough she flips the script, throat open, sliding down his cock until her chin taps his balls, then she spits on his hole and rims him quick before pressing both oily soles around his dick for a footjob that has him seeing stars. He pushes her tits together, fucks the gap once or twice, then lines up and slides straight in—missionary, deep, her piercings jumping with every thrust. Next she climbs on, first facing him, then spins so that famous ass is clapping back at the lens while she rides. They switch to doggy, his hands sunk into the soft flesh of her cheeks, and when he’s ready he yanks out and paints a thick stripe across her cheek and lips. They stagger into the shower still sticky; he soaps those tits and that ridiculous ass while she laughs, water running over the ink and metal like it’s trying to keep up.