North Pole #49

Randi Wright can't wipe that grin off her face, and Peter knows exactly how to stretch it wider. He slides his thick cock between her lips until she's practically drooling, then flips her over and pounds straight into that tight pussy she's been hiding. She tastes herself on his dick and it just knocks her sideways, eyes rolling back, soaking the damn sheets. Peter pumps harder, swearing under his breath, trying to hold back, but there's no winning. He pulls out at the last second and paints her flushed cheeks with thick ropes, the way she looks up at him with that grin? Fucking priceless.