Tiffany Tatum: Anal Home Improvement

Some contractor dragged pretty Tiffany Tatum down to help finish the boss’s house. David shows up to check the work. One look at him and she drops the clipboard, shoves her tongue down his throat, grabs his crotch like it’s hers. They stumble down to the basement. Knees hit concrete. She rips his belt open and swallows him deep—gagging, spit sliding between her tits. When she can’t breathe she comes up gasping and yanks her leather pants down. David gets on his back. Tiffany climbs over his face, rides his tongue, then twists around so he can spread her little asshole open with two fingers. She sits on his cock. Wet pussy first—hard, fast, the smack of skin loud in the empty cellar. Then she angles back and takes every inch in her ass, moaning like it hurts so good. He pulls out, lets her taste it off his dick, slams back in. Her hole gapes pink when he draws away, only to get packed again. Fingers in her slit while he ruins her backdoor, then he grunts and paints her pretty face. She scoops it off her cheek, licks her fingers clean, and keeps rubbing that swollen clit till she’s shaking.