Blond Bridgette goes black

Bridgette’s legs could be a whole career by themselves, but the face, the rack, the slick little pussy—they tie it all together like somebody lit a fuse. Prince Yashua slots between those long stems and starts hammering, the whole gorgeous mess rocking on his thick shaft. She giggles, gasps, squeals with her face half-turned to the sheets, one minute totally lost, the next wiggling like the dick is a stick and somebody’s shaking her hips for extra change. Neither one seems ready to call it quits anytime soon, and that probably suits them just fine.