Rocco's Abbondanza #03, Scene #03

Donna Bell is posing in the backyard—busty, topless, Romanian, the works—when she spots Kid Jamaica watching from a few feet away. She crooks a finger. He steps in. Next thing you know she’s tipping a jug of milk down her chest, letting it run off the ends of her nipples while the photographer keeps shooting. One smile from her and Jamaica’s jeans come down; she drops to her knees right on the grass and takes him in, working spit and gloss up the length of him with both hands. When he’s slick enough, she wraps those oiled tits around him and jerks him off between her cleavage, slow, deliberate squeezes that make him curse. After a quick break—her, half-lidded, cigarette smoldering between glossy lips—she climbs on, lines him up and sinks down on his cock, taking every inch in her ass with a long, shaky breath. The grass stains her knees. She rides, hard, cigarette still between her fingers, ash flicking onto her thigh every time Jamaica bucks up to meet her. When he’s close she slides off, drops again, opens wide; he fills her mouth, thick spurts she lets pool on her tongue, then grins at the lens like she planned the whole thing.