
Clover popped in with Bianca's lunch just as his stacked girlfriend needed her back rubbed. She figured a quick kneading would hold him over on his break. When his hands drift lower and start groping that fat ass, she shoots him a look and says they can't afford the extra innings today. Minutes later she's hunched over the table gobbling his thick dick like it's the main course, throat sloppy and loud. He flips back on his belly, she keeps kneading like nothing happened, and then here comes Selma, sliding out from wherever the hell she was hiding. Tells Clover she's next up on the dick-suck express. Clover tries brushing it off, muttering that ghost ain't real, but Selma's already crawled under the table and sucked him down like a pro, slurping quietly while Bianca works unaware. Haunting a handjob right under a girlfriend's nose—what kind of haunted-house bullshit is that?
Clover popped in with Bianca's lunch just as his stacked girlfriend needed her back rubbed. She figured a quick kneading would hold him over on his break. When his hands drift lower and start groping that fat ass, she shoots him a look and says they can't afford the extra innings today. Minutes later she's hunched over the table gobbling his thick dick like it's the main course, throat sloppy and loud. He flips back on his belly, she keeps kneading like nothing happened, and then here comes Selma, sliding out from wherever the hell she was hiding. Tells Clover she's next up on the dick-suck express. Clover tries brushing it off, muttering that ghost ain't real, but Selma's already crawled under the table and sucked him down like a pro, slurping quietly while Bianca works unaware. Haunting a handjob right under a girlfriend's nose—what kind of haunted-house bullshit is that?