Road Queen #09

I drop the dark-haired slut to her knees right there on the roadside. Sunset blazes gold across her shoulders while my cock gets hard and heavy in my fist, beating its rhythm like a pissed-off switchblade. She opens fast, takes the swollen head with a grunt, then drops her soft throat the rest of the way down, lips stretched wide, nose mashed against my skin and wet chin dripping onto her own tits. All the years she begged in secret, the dates skipped and rings hidden—now it’s real, two brothers trading places to wreck the mouth of the most famous bride on screen.