Buttman Trains Squirting Layla's Holes

Layla Price doesn’t waste time. The blonde walks right up to Buttman like she’s got something to prove. After a few half-assed shots outside, she pulls him indoors and plants that fat ass straight on his face. No warm-up. No talk. Just meat and pressure. She starts teasing her own hole with toys, then leans forward and swallows the wall-mounted dildo like she’s starving for it. Her throat works around the silicone while she wedges a bigger toy up her ass, one slow inch at a time until her rim clutches and gives. The vibe hums against her clit, sharp and steady. Then it happens—her pussy jerks, flutters, and shoots. Clear liquid sprays in hard pulses, soaking the floor beneath her knees. She doesn’t stop. She reloads and goes again, breath hitching every time another gush escapes.