Noelle Easton

Noelle Easton’s got the kind of body that stops traffic. Thick top, tiny waist, ridiculous ass—34G up top and 44 inches backing it up. She climbs on this lucky bastard like she owns the bed and she just might. First she wraps those full tits around his cock, pumping slow and messy, spit dripping down every bounce. Then she flips around, slams herself back, rides him in reverse so he gets the full view of that ass clapping. She laughs, filthy and smug, every time he gasps. One second she’s talking shit, calling him a lucky fuck, the next she’s moaning like she’s the one getting robbed. They go at it raw, hard, no breaks—doggy, cowgirl, whatever lets her show off. By the end he’s spent, wrecked, grinning like a moron. She just licks her lips and asks who’s next.