

Mr. Fix It š ļø š
I love breaking in new studsāespecially when theyāre built like they live in the gym and fuck like theyāre getting paid for it. Iād heard Fix was the man who could ādo it all,ā so I tossed him a little flirt to see if he wanted to give me his tool. His reply? That heād been dying for a taste of this sweet Georgia Peach. That was all I needed to hear.
I told the hubby to clear my weekend, hit up my cameraman, and made sure everything was ready for one hell of a fuckfest. And when Fix showed up? Letās just say the bulge in his pants said more than words ever could.
We didnāt waste time with small talk. This shoot was all about raw, sweaty, toe-curling fucking. And baby, did we deliver. I came fastālike eyes-rolled-back, legs-trembling fastājust from him eating my dripping pussy like it was his last meal. After that, I spread wide and let that thick BBC bury itself deep. I was on a mission to milk him dry.
Mission. Accomplished.
His cum poured out of me in thick waves, dripping down to the floor like it was trying to escape the heat. It was so hot, I sent pics straight to the hubs to show off just how much Iād taken.
25 minutes. Non-stop action. One hell of a load. Enjoy, yāall. šš¦