Mia Hurley

Mia Hurley's twenty and she looks like she ate too much sunshine. Sand still stuck to her knees, she wraps slick fingers around this thick cock and squeezes the strawberry-flavored lube all over it like she just found a stupid fun bottle of fake syrup. Puffs of grape scent hit the air, coconut next. She laughs with her tongue out, swiping up from the balls to the tip, treating the whole veiny length like cherry-red candy that’s half-melted. Mouth sucking, sloppy, playful—just slowly strips every syrupy smear off until it glistens under spit. Then he tips over, pumping hard, hot white streaks blasting across that freckled face of hers. One rope across her smirk, another blinding her lashes. Mix of lube and fresh jizz slides down over her grin and Mia’s still giggling when she swipes her tongue out to catch what lands on her bottom lip.