Mind Fucked In the Gym - Vivienne Wynter
Mar 24, 2026
Eriq steps up, all swagger, trying to score with the thick brunette in cosplay gear. She smiles, clicks a button on her little gadget, and the air around her thickens. His eyes glaze. Vivienne tells him to drop. He hits the floor and she plants her big 40-inch ass right on his face, cutting off everything but the need to please. She rolls her hips, smothering him deeper, then swings around to shove her bare feet into his mouth. He licks between every toe, tasting sweat and rubber. She leans back, raises an arm and drags his tongue through her damp pit until he’s panting. A quick tug on his hair and he’s on all fours, her personal pony, while she rides and grinds. Every order she gives, he obeys like it’s oxygen.
Mind Fucked In the Gym - Vivienne Wynter
Mar 24, 2026
Eriq steps up, all swagger, trying to score with the thick brunette in cosplay gear. She smiles, clicks a button on her little gadget, and the air around her thickens. His eyes glaze. Vivienne tells him to drop. He hits the floor and she plants her big 40-inch ass right on his face, cutting off everything but the need to please. She rolls her hips, smothering him deeper, then swings around to shove her bare feet into his mouth. He licks between every toe, tasting sweat and rubber. She leans back, raises an arm and drags his tongue through her damp pit until he’s panting. A quick tug on his hair and he’s on all fours, her personal pony, while she rides and grinds. Every order she gives, he obeys like it’s oxygen.
