Casey Calvert & Jon Jon

Casey lounges by the water, bathing suit barely clinging, and every move says she needs it. Jon spots her immediately. Grin spreads across his face, cock already half-hard. No questions, no chatting. She opens her legs, he drops his shorts, and that long, thick shaft springs free. Casey licks her lips like she hasn't tasted anything decent in weeks. He grabs her hips, yanks the suit aside, and drives in deep. She takes every inch without a pause. No slow build. Just hard, steady strokes that slap skin on skin until Casey's moans echo across the concrete. Jon keeps pounding, hips snapping, balls swinging, and he still manages to flash a wink toward the nearest lounge chair, because hey, camera's rolling.