ANGELINA MOON 69, Fuck, Pussy Creampie

Angelina Moon knows what she's doing. Slender legs, white top stretched tight, pantyhose clinging to every curve. She teases like she already owns the room. Her nipples push against the fabric—hard, pink, waiting to be seen. So she pulls the top down and lets them out. She sits in front of Mick's camera, mouth twitching like she's already thinking dirty. He slicks his fingers with lube and rubs it into her ass, slow and filthy. The shine spreads across the nylon. Her fingers go lower. She rubs the lube into her pussy, pressing the fabric between her lips, dragging it over her slit like she wants to soak through it. Mick tears the pantyhose open. Her cunt's exposed, flushed, glistening. He leans in and devours her. No hesitation. His tongue works hard. Her moans start low, then crack. He fucks her fast after that—driving into her soaked pussy like he's trying to ruin the couch. Oil hits her thighs, her belly, her dripping hole. Everything turns slick and loud. Angelina drops to her knees and takes his cock like she needs it in her throat. Spit runs down his shaft, her chin, her chest. He turns her around and pounds her from behind, her ass bouncing, the torn nylon framing her wrecked pussy. They flip into 69—mouths full, tongues desperate. He slams back inside her after that. Harder now. Deep enough to bruise. When he finally cums, it's deep. He fills her until it leaks. She spreads her pussy with two fingers, pushes his load out in a thick stream, then sucks it off her fingertips like she doesn't want to waste a drop.