Candy Layla strips slow. Stockings, bra, nothing else. Rocco walks in wearing a jacket and tie. He grabs her tits first. Big, heavy, soft in his hands. Then he drops lower and buries his face between her legs. They talk low in Italian while he eats her out, her stockings stretched tight up in the air. She pulls his cock free and slaps it against her tongue, wet and heavy. He pushes it between her tits and fucks them hard, squeezing her flesh around him. Candy rubs her clit while he slides into her bare pussy. He peels off her heels, tears the stockings open, sucks her toes like he needs them. She sits on his face and grinds until she’s shaking. Rocco flips her, fucks her deep, changing angles every time she moans. He keeps going back to her feet, licking, biting, lost in it. Finally he shoves his cock in her mouth and fills it, hot and thick. She swallows what she can, licks the rest off him, then they kiss, both of them wrecked and breathing hard.
Candy Layla strips slow. Stockings, bra, nothing else. Rocco walks in wearing a jacket and tie. He grabs her tits first. Big, heavy, soft in his hands. Then he drops lower and buries his face between her legs. They talk low in Italian while he eats her out, her stockings stretched tight up in the air. She pulls his cock free and slaps it against her tongue, wet and heavy. He pushes it between her tits and fucks them hard, squeezing her flesh around him. Candy rubs her clit while he slides into her bare pussy. He peels off her heels, tears the stockings open, sucks her toes like he needs them. She sits on his face and grinds until she’s shaking. Rocco flips her, fucks her deep, changing angles every time she moans. He keeps going back to her feet, licking, biting, lost in it. Finally he shoves his cock in her mouth and fills it, hot and thick. She swallows what she can, licks the rest off him, then they kiss, both of them wrecked and breathing hard.
