Tiffany's Lingerie Lesson - Part 3

This perky-tit Latina drops down like she’s been starving. She gets that mouth around the cock fast, slurps it sloppy with zero hesitation, spit dripping down the shaft while her tongue keeps moving. She grips the base, eyes half-lidded, moaning around every inch she stuffs deeper, and her free hand sneaks down to tease her own nipples, rolling one until it sticks out hard. She pulls off with a wet pop, swings a leg over, and sinks down in one smooth motion, cunt stretching around the thickness. Once it’s all the way inside she grinds, giving her hips a filthy little circle before she starts riding hard, bouncing just enough for the head to hit deep every time. Her tits jiggle up with every snap of her ass, sweat tracing lines between them. He flips her onto all fours, grabs those tiny waist, slams in without mercy—deep, aggressive, balls clapping her clit. He pounds until she’s loud, sobbing half-formed words into the mattress. When he’s close he yanks out, pulls her chin up and strokes once, twice, unloading rope after hot rope across her open mouth and flushed cheeks, thick streaks running down onto her tits.