

Shoot for Two đŻđ¸đ
Tribal had been relentlessly nagging me to let one of his buddies take some pics of me. I finally gave inâfree photos and maybe a little ego boost? Whatâs the worst that could happen, right?
Well⌠I wasnât expecting Mr. Jackson to be so damn cute. I didnât even know what he looked like ahead of time! Tribal said heâd be there butâbig shockerâhe was late, and told me to just start without him.
From the jump, Jackson and I hit it off. He was confident with the camera and even easier on the eyes. So naturally, the more he clicked, the more I started to flirt. After about 30 minutes of posing and teasing, I decided it was time to give him a real showâŚ
Blue lace. Stilettos. And one very wet, very married pussy đ
That was all it took before he was rock hard and I had his cock down my throat. Right as his balls were slapping my chin, Tribal snuck in like a damn thief and whipped it outâbecause of course he wasnât going to just watch.
My little solo shoot turned into a full-blown MFM fuckfest, and baby, it was art. I was getting tossed and stuffed from both ends while Tribalâs buddy caught it all on camera like a pro. The visual contrast? Chefâs kiss.
I let Mr. Jackson finish all over me⌠but Tribal earned his cream-pie rights for setting it all up. 30 minutes of unfiltered, raw, spit-roasted bliss.
This shoot definitely needed a tripod⌠for all three of us. đ