Latin Angels, Scene #02

Juelz Ventura's in the room, heels planted, that net dress barely trying, ink catching the light like she doesn't give a damn. Clover's got hands and a cock with one mission. She grabs him, drools like she owns it, spit sliding down her tits and his balls in lazy strings, then climbs on top and rides like the only speed she knows is full throttle. Mouth stays busy too. She pulls off, spins around, takes him right back in tasting herself. He grabs hips, pounds doggie, thumb working her ass, pauses to eat her out and lick her rim like a snack between rounds. Right at the end she strokes every drop out of him—across her tongue, up her forehead, shooting into her hair while it drips and runs in long strings. She laughs with it, bubbles it, swallows, grins hard, cum still marking her face when she waves the camera goodbye.