Emma Hix stands at the top of the stairs wearing black lingerie that clings to every curve, fishnets tight around her thighs, boots reaching higher. The blonde peels each piece away slow enough to make you wait, then turns and opens herself right there on the carpeted steps, showing off a body kept hard and a rear that begs to be grabbed. When Michael Stefano walks in she drops straight to her knees, takes him deep without hesitation, drool spilling down her chin as she gags and keeps going. She climbs on, fits him inside, rides until cream coats his shaft, hips snapping with every slap of skin. He spins her, drives into her ass, smacks the cheeks red, pulls them wide so the pink spreads and stays open, shiny with spit. Back and forth between hole and mouth, no break, until he stands and paints her tongue white; she lets it drip across her tits and smiles through the mess.
Emma Hix stands at the top of the stairs wearing black lingerie that clings to every curve, fishnets tight around her thighs, boots reaching higher. The blonde peels each piece away slow enough to make you wait, then turns and opens herself right there on the carpeted steps, showing off a body kept hard and a rear that begs to be grabbed. When Michael Stefano walks in she drops straight to her knees, takes him deep without hesitation, drool spilling down her chin as she gags and keeps going. She climbs on, fits him inside, rides until cream coats his shaft, hips snapping with every slap of skin. He spins her, drives into her ass, smacks the cheeks red, pulls them wide so the pink spreads and stays open, shiny with spit. Back and forth between hole and mouth, no break, until he stands and paints her tongue white; she lets it drip across her tits and smiles through the mess.
