Belle Noire Lemon Pledge

James Deen can't stop thinking about wrecking Belle Noire's ass—totally understandable with how she's stacked in that 'Maid For You' get-up. He flashes a bottle of Lemon Pledge and grins. Belle clocks the deal: ass on the table for cleaning supplies. Next thing you know she's bent forward, tiny skirt flipped, and James is knuckle-deep in prep, two lubed fingers sliding in while she steadies on the furniture. He lines his cock up and presses, spreading her wide, pushing past the tight ring till her backside’s gripping every inch. She lets out this needy, shaky moan as he picks up speed, thrusts slapping while he pours more lube and spits right down her crack to slick things up even hotter. Then he switches, slips his thumb in alongside his cock, slowly corkscrews his hand until he’s got four fingers stuffed deep and stretching her for him. Swapping back, he alternates quick fucking with slower long slides so her ass never gets bored. At the height he keeps it pounding fast right through his nut, hips jerking forward until he bottoms out, filling her up with warm cum till a little drizzle squeezes out around his shaft when he eases back, and there’s Belle—skirt crumpled, mouth slack, satisfaction written all over her.