Molly Alize

That tiny Latina freak Molly Alize rolled through for a hands-on class the other day. Short skirt riding up, cheeks half out, pink stockings squeezed around her thighs like candy wrappers. She gets on her knees, quick little licks across both palms, then spits the wetness straight onto my shaft. Keeps it sloppy while her head bobs, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. No hesitation, just hungry, sloppy enjoyment. Eventually I unload, salt hitting her tongue, and she doesn’t even pause—just keeps draining every bead, lips locked tight, wiping me clean and empty with one hungry suck after another.