Loni Evans fucks a friend of Pussyman

Loni Evans drops onto the sofa across from Pussyman and they bullshit for a bit, cameras rolling. Then Van Wylde shows up looking lazy-hot. One glance between them and the chatter stops. Van's grin says *you know what time it is*, so she just opens her thighs like it's nothing. He drops to his knees, drags her tiny skirt up, and buries his face in the wet heat of her panties until they’re soaked. She grabs the cushions, thighs shaking, while Van shoves two fingers inside her and curls them deep. They don't talk after that. They strip. Loni climbs onto his lap in one slick move, sinking down fast on his thick cock until he’s balls-deep and Loni’s moaning in his mouth. He slams up and she rides like she’s paid for it, juices dripping down his shaft every bounce. When they flip, Van folds her over the couch arm and beats the same soaked spot, slapping her ass red with every thrust, until she barks his name out loud and he empties inside her.