Genuine Amateur Collection Volume 7

He heard giddy laughter behind him as Heather pounded him harshly. With his underwear dropping down his legs, her hand moved to his caged member. “We’re almost there” Heather announced, her boot heels clacking on the pavement as they made their way down the street. To his shock, the sensation was becoming more pleasurable by the second. Darius ignored his attempt at consolation. And not just a white woman, a “THICC” white woman with shoulder length blond hair and plenty of junk in the trunk. Without even realizing it, he’d begun moaning in earnest. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of their spectacle from earlier in the day, so he carefully lowered his voice. She wiped her lube slick fingers on his back and then closed the remaining distance to her ass, bringing the tip of her fat phallus to his waiting entrance. The last thing he wanted was their roommates walking in while he was finishing an enema. “Alright, let’s go.”
“What?