Judas, Dana DeArmond and James

Dana toys with Judas the way a cat toys with a cornered mouse. She bats at his cock and balls, slaps them, smacks them until he’s crying out in sharp, broken bursts. Every time he tries to catch his breath she crams her cock back inside him, pounding his ass, driving deeper, then yanks him around to fuck his face. Spit runs down his chin, his eyes water, his throat strains. She doesn’t give him air. She spins and plants that perfect ass over his mouth, grinding, smothering, rocking her hips while the muscles in her thighs flex tight. He gasps when she lets him, but she only lets him long enough to start slapping those aching balls again.