Cum On My Tattoo - Anna Bell Peaks

Anna Bell Peaks had a free afternoon soaking in her shiny red bikini. She wanted sun on her skin and water on her face, so first she reached for the sunscreen. Bottles empty. No problem. Bill said he had a slick substitute, something warm and constant and way more fun. He meant his own nut. Rub it in and her ink stayed juicy, he promised. She took that bet. Bill climbed onto the deck, jaw set like a man on a mission, grabbed her thighs and drove every inch home. When Anna's pussy clamped and squirted like a busted pipe, her huge tits shaking with every thrust, the proof coated her sleeve from collarbone to ribs. Drenched marks drying silky in the sun. She tasted triumph and told him she wanted payback. Problem? Bill had no tats. Small Hands did, though. Tattoos needed tending too, so Anna climbed aboard his lap, milking load after load and spraying it until his chest turned glossy and dripping and he couldn't keep still under the splatter.