Golden shower

Brittney dragged her hot new lover straight into her place—she was dying to see what he had. Guy came with length for days and could twist himself into whatever dirty shape the moment called for. She dropped to her knees, took his fat cock all the way until her throat hugged the tip, and even then there was more. He didn’t quit, either; kept feeding it to her like he knew exactly how she liked it. She was buzzing, mouth full, pussy wet, when he decided to mark her—flipped his switch, let that hot golden stream splash over her tits, belly, everything, warm and nasty. She laughed, shivered, felt filthy and lit up at the same time.