Nicole Doshi Eats A Meat Baguette

Nicole’s renting a spare room. Coffee run turns into a crisis the second she clocks the fat French loaf sprawled on the counter—long, thick, obvious. Her pussy squeezes like someone pressed a button. Exactly then Richard strolls in, picks up on the thirsty stare, and grabs his cock like he’s been waiting for this exact setup. Slides the whole thing into the open end of the bread so it pokes out where the crust used to be, then holds the made-to-order weapon right at her eye level. Nicole drops without a word, jaw stretched around him, slobber already dripping off the vein. Three slurps later the milk-sling and loaf hit the floor. He manhandles her down the hall to the couch, feeds that same length straight into her creaming slit, then eases into the tighter star, balls tapping the slick each stroke. Nicole bucks and laughs dirty while her holes get reamed like breakfast was secondary to the main course—a pounding she’s still leaking from the next day.