Blame It on the Tool

Bianca Bangs looks up from her books and spots the handyman's bulge. She slips off the stool and walks straight over, wrapping her fingers around Jack Vegas' cock through his work pants. She feels it throb and gets to her knees, unzips him, and frees every inch. Drool spills over the fat head as she shoves it into her mouth and bobs like she's chasing a second wind between homework problems. With one hand she grips the base and strokes, while the other yanks her panties aside. Two fingers slide into her soaked pussy while she tongues the ridge under his cock head and slurps like she wants the neighbors to hear. Jack grunts, fists her hair, feeds it deeper until her mascara runs. Bianca pulls off gasping, strings of spit swinging from lip to cock, then dives back down and jacks him into her warm mouth with a sloppy smile on her face.