Your Lips, My Ass: Glenn King's Favorite Ass Worship!, Scene #06

Julie Cash stares dead at the lens. She peels shiny leggings down over an ass big enough to split the light. Her tits strain the leather, high and heavy. She bends, spreads the cheeks, and angles that winking pink hole straight at you. A dare. Next beat she’s got Tom pinned. He’s hemming about moving-out bullshit while she yanks his neck between those cheeks, smothering any words he thought he had. She grinds slow, mouth open, breathing him in. Then she kicks back, shoves her painted toes between his lips—his jaw works, obedient—and she shoves two fingers between his ass crack, forcing his tongue deeper. Every lick pulls a cruel smile from her. She grabs his hard, leaking cock, strokes it like she owns it, thumb sweeping the head while his muffled whimpers vanish up her huge, warm crevice. Reward for good behavior: hard, fast, and mean.