Cougars Want To Fuck The Trainer

Shay Fox and Kiki D'Aire know exactly what they want, and tonight it wears the name Slim Poke. The big-shouldered tortoise trainer is used to grateful customers slipping their numbers into his pocket. This time they skipped the phone call and just dragged him inside. When the door shuts, the two cougars are waiting in matching bra-and-panty sets, stockings clipped to garters, heels sharp enough to cut glass. Slim’s eyes drop to their tits, then lower. His cock thickens hard against his fly before he can fake politeness. Kiki clocks it, smirks, and asks soft and sweet if she’s allowed to touch. The second he nods she frees him, fat and already wet at the tip. Both women sink to their knees, mouths hot and hungry, trading spit-slick strokes while tongues chase every pulsing vein. Shay wins the first round; she plants her palms on his chest and sinks down until she’s riding full, rolling her hips in deep, greedy circles until her whole body locks and she comes hard enough to leave claw marks on his skin. Barely breathing, Slim yanks Kiki up, bends her over the sofa, and slams into her from behind—every thrust loud, wet, mean. He drags Shay onto her back next, folds her knees to her shoulders and fucks her flat into the cushions. When his balls seize he pulls out and paints their open mouths, heavy spurts landing across tongues, lips, and flushed cheeks. They lick each other clean while he watches, still twitching. Training session of the century.