Dixie Brooks
Dixie Brooks's Pussy Grinding
Dixie Brooks sits at the kitchen island, hair up, tits out, buttered flour dusting her nipples. Her tits bounce when she works the dough. The oven clicks off. She drops to her knees on the tile, hands slick with grease, pulls his belt open and sucks like she’s starved. Cock slides down her throat, wet sounds mixing with the timer’s ding. She gags once, smiles, licks her lips clean and keeps going, saliva dripping onto the floor. When she swallows she looks up, cheeks flushed, tits shiny, hungry for the next round.
Dixie Brooks sits at the kitchen island, hair up, tits out, buttered flour dusting her nipples. Her tits bounce when she works the dough. The oven clicks off. She drops to her knees on the tile, hands slick with grease, pulls his belt open and sucks like she’s starved. Cock slides down her throat, wet sounds mixing with the timer’s ding. She gags once, smiles, licks her lips clean and keeps going, saliva dripping onto the floor. When she swallows she looks up, cheeks flushed, tits shiny, hungry for the next round.