Candy Martinez Makeup Sex

Candy Martinez has a mouth that gets her in trouble and a pussy that always bails her out. She'll tear into you for hours—spitting hellfire in Spanish while she storms around the apartment—but one second inside her and the fight dies. I mean really dies. She shoves you onto the couch, peels off her skinny jeans like they owe her money, and plants herself on you reverse-cowgirl, ass cheeks spread wide, wet lips already slick from the adrenaline. The second your dick spears up her tight heat, she moans through clenched teeth and rocks like she's trying to break furniture. Her caramel ass bounces, slapping loud and wet against your thighs. Every time you smack it she clenches hard, spinning the rage straight into horny. She looks back over her shoulder, smirk cocky as hell, telling you to fuck her harder if you’ve got any balls left. You flip her onto her back, legs pinned up by her ears, and drive in until your hips smack her tiny waist. She takes every inch like a brat who knows exactly how good she feels, squirting out sideways each time you hit the spongy spot deep inside. Thirty seconds later she's biting her own forearm to keep from screaming, your load already pulsing warm and thick inside her fluttering cunt. Argument? What argument? You're both breathing hard and smiling like idiots while the come leaks out in lazy drips. She knows this fix works every single time.