Anna Bell Peaks POV

Anna Bell Peaks stood alone on the Walk of Fame, pink hair catching the sun, daisy dukes hugging her ass and that pink tank stretched tight over her tits. Mr. Pete watched her walk by. She noticed. Smirked. Two minutes later they were in his car heading back to his spot. She climbed on top the second the door shut, rubbing her pussy through those tiny shorts like she hadn't touched herself in days. Her clit ring flashed every time she spread her legs. She set the pace fast: rode him hard, squirted down his cock, kept riding even messier. Didn't let up until he blasted all over her tongue. She licked every drop off his stomach and his balls like she was thanking him for the ride.