Latina Fever #10

Carol barely spoke a word. Didn't need to—her body made every point loud and clear. Peter spent the night breaking in a petite latina firecracker who wanted it nasty and gave it back twice as hard. He slammed her tight pussy, stretched her ass, then went back to her mouth like he owned the place. Every time he picked up the pace she screamed like she couldn't hold it in, which only made him pound her deeper. When he finally blew his load she dropped to her knees, sealed her lips around him, and milked every drop out like she'd die if she missed any. Walking out, Peter just grinned—hard to beat getting paid to bang someone this filthy.