Very Adult Wednesday Addams - Gina Valentina

Gina wanted dick. Straight up. She tapped that "dancing man" ad, forked over the cash, and six-six-six minutes later some thick thighed fireman strutted to her door. His dance moves were garbage—felt more like static than sex appeal—but his cock looked ready to choke the air. She shoved the couch aside, panties already pasted to her folds, and bent over right there like the little horny gremlin she is. Guy slammed into her sloppy cunt like the house was on fire, every thrust a gut-deep punch that made her pissy with want. Her walls stretched, fluttered, slurped around that veiny battering ram until the sound echoed filthier than the moans dying in her throat. She clawed the coffee table, heels slipped off, got taken like groceries. When the nut finally left his balls it landed in hot white ropes across her face—looked like a mask of it dripping off her lashes, her tongue catching every dribble, and Gina Valentina was spent, sticky, satisfied.