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Riley Star, all sunshine-blonde bounce, trots back onto the Hussie Pass set and gets a brand-new meat stick to play with. Director Johnny Robins yaks with her first, then she peels off her barely-there bra and panties like she’s unwrapping a present for herself. Down she goes on the couch, chunky pink vibrator humming against slick, swollen lips, while two fingers curl in for good measure. Frank waltzes in, bottle of lube swinging like a trophy, and pours a cold stripe over her half-apple tits and the bouncy peach of her ass, giving the cheeks a playful rippling twerk for the lens. Next thing we know, Riley’s on her knees, mouth stretching wide around eleven inches of thick black dick. She bobs, lies back so Frank can feed it down her throat, then scoots between his legs and slurps from below like it’s summer popsicle hour. Oil gets everywhere when she grips him between the arches of her little feet, sliding shiny toes up and down until he’s shiny and twitching. Fair’s fair: Frank plants his face between Riley’s legs and gobbles at her puffy, meaty folds like he’s starving. Then the main course. He bends her every which way—missionary with ankles on his shoulders, her on top both facing and turned around, on all fours snapping hips back—drilling the full length so deep you can see it move under her belly. When he’s had enough, he pulls out and blasts a pearly rope right across Riley’s pretty face and, oops, Johnny’s sneaker catches stray droplets too. After-scene steam fills the shower where the two of them rinse off the evidence, still grinning.