Creamy Cowgirls - Eliza Ibarra & Ramon Nomar

Eliza Ibarra should be soaking up the sun in Spain. Instead she’s rotting in a dark hotel room when Ramon Nomar knocks, asking what the hell’s going on. She sighs, holds up her phone, and shows the video proof that her boyfriend is balls-deep in someone else. Ramon offers the obvious cure—fuck the pain away. Eliza studies him, smirks, and the next second she’s got his tongue down her throat. His mouth finds her tits, sucks hard on each stiff nipple until she’s arching, moaning, wet. She climbs over him, lines up that thick cock, and sinks down with one greedy shove, riding like she needs it in her marrow. They bounce and grind and chase it loud—kisses turned sloppy, skin slapping, breasts swinging until Ramon flips her and drills her deep, pounding every bad memory right out of her head. When they finish she’s hoarse, sticky, and properly wrecked. Spain looks a hell of a lot better from her back.