Christie tastes her pussy

Fiesta-sized Christie been wound up since breakfast, just aching to get home and give her cunt some attention. She knows what the late show holds, and that’s enough to have her dripping all afternoon. After the lights flip on, pants hit the floor and her fat lips get spread. The flavor hits the tongue first—sugar-sweet and slick. Fingers follow, two digits sliding knuckles deep before the first spray erupts across flushed thighs. He feeds it back to her between the whimpers. Round two swallows the both of them. Load after load, pulse beating behind her greedy little hole until she squirts hard on his balls like a busted hose and keeps drooling fresh ropes down his shaft. The couch is slick now, a damp patch growing beneath her while he drives in with merciless pace. She barely breathes between orgasms and already the chamber’s shrinking. One more wave of shameless squirting shocks him, blasting over chin, cheek, plastering his lips. Right before he decides it’s mercy to call time, she jerks the session open wider. Big fat purple toy wedges itself into that tight ring. She humps it like she’s already cumming while she takes his dick to the back of her throat, gagging pretty to keep the game going. Minute two he drills deeper until he pulls free, stripe after hot stripe painting around her shiny clavicles and across the ink that arcs from bra-line to hipbone. Round four. Chalk one up for never stop cards.