Skylar Snow Torments Her Pathetic Plaything, Part Two

Skylar wants it now. She drops onto Stu’s aching cock, riding him hard while her tits slap against each other. He’s just a tool with a pulse, and she reminds him of that with every wet slap of her ass. When his breathing hitches, she pulls off and leaves him twitching, a cruel smirk on her lips. She spreads herself open so he can stare at the pink he’s not allowed to finish in yet, then turns, shakes that thick ass, and tells him to take her from behind. His balls are tight and full; she mocks every throb, every desperate flex, while her voice stays steady and filthy. He holds on. Barely. When she finally creams around him, she gives the order and he paints her cunt white, then uses the head of his cock to stuff every drop back where it belongs.