Gloria Summer

Gloria Summer has that retro disco queen vibe—the kind of mocha skinned vixen who danced hard and fucked harder back when the nightclubs stayed open till sunrise. She still carries that same wild edge, the kind that doesn’t care if they’re on a random sidewalk or already inside some guy’s apartment he barely called hers. When the camera finds her she’s right in his lap, two fists locked around a monster cock that’s begging to be milked, lips stretched and smiling, thirsty for the mess. One second she’s choking it down, the next she’s letting the thick load paint her tongue and chin, looking completely at home with every drop splashed across her face. Disco died, but hungry, throat-deep coffee-skinned sluts like Gloria never went anywhere.