Rimming In The Holidays With Chocolate Balls

Carmela Clutch is my Latina wife with porn-star tits and an ass built for sin. We just had dinner at the hotel restaurant and I’m guiding her toward the stairwell. As she climbs those stairs in that tight dress, I reach out and grab handfuls, squeezing that juicy ass like it belongs to me. Which it does. But not just to me tonight. Up in the room, our lights are low and a small Christmas tree’s twinkling in the corner like nothing dirty’s about to happen. Carmela peels the dress off and finds the slutty red-and-white lingerie laid out on the bed. She’s grinning like she already won when the bathroom door opens. Jay Bangher steps out—tall, calm, and carrying dick that hangs halfway down his thigh. She drops to her knees without a second thought, spits on that fat cock and tries to swallow it whole. Gagging, strings of spit dangling from her chin, licking every inch, even getting her tongue under his balls and between his cheeks like a nasty little slut who wants every part of him wet. When she comes up for air her hairy pussy is already dripping. Jay lifts her onto the bed, spreads her wide and buries it. The squelch is obscene as he pounds her sloppy cunt, pushing little splashes out with every stroke until she arches, cries out, and squirts hard down his shaft. Not once. Again. Every time she trembles and creams, he just fucks her through it like he owns the moment. She spins, face-down-ass-up, twerking that thick ass for him, clapping it around his cock before he grabs her hips and rails her like she begged for it. Carmela keeps coming, legs shaking, mascara running, begging for his load. Jay finishes on her face, ropes crossing her tongue and tits, her holiday lingerie now properly wrecked. The tree’s still blinking. Merry fucking Christmas.