LaLa Ivey Rides Eddie Jaye

LaLa struts into the frame wearing nothing but scraps of black lace. Her dark skin gleams under the low light, hips swinging slow, breasts barely contained by the tiny bra cups. Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, cock already thickening down one thigh. She peels the bra off first, lets her heavy tits swing free, then hooks her thumbs in the thong and drags it down. He grabs her wrist, yanks her close, shoves two thick fingers straight inside her cunt. LaLa gasps, spreads wider, lets him finger-fuck her right there, juices running down his knuckles. He flips her onto the mattress, spreads her ass, and buries his face between her cheeks. Tongue drags over her asshole then plunges back into her soaked pussy. She moans loud, grinds against his mouth until her thighs shake. He stands, lines up, and rams every inch of his cock into her in one brutal stroke. LaLa cries out, nails clawing the sheets while he slams into her, balls slapping her clit with each thrust. Sweat rolls down her spine. He pulls out, flips her onto her back, hikes her legs over his shoulders and fucks her deeper. Her pussy grips him tight, creamy white froth coating his shaft every time he pulls back. When he finally pulls free she drops to her knees, takes his swollen head between her lips, and sucks him hard until he grunts and shoots hot loads down her throat. She swallows, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking like she owns the room.