Savanna Is the Masseuse - Part 8

Savanna takes that cock like she’s made for it. Thick, meaty, so goddamn hard it can barely hang straight. The thick head forces past her tight rim, stretching her open inch by inch until she’s gripping every throbbing vein. He pushes deeper and feels her flexing around him, tight as a fucking fist, hot, fluttering. A low grin spreads across his face. Slap of skin. He keeps feeding it in, watching her hole swallow him, gulping him down like it knows it’s beaten. Every filthy inch disappears until his balls rest heavy against her ass and he doesn’t waste a second before he’s pulling back to do it all over again.