Kitchen Service

Mona Lee never cared much for cooking. She wanted cock. Zenza knew it too, leaning against the counter like he owned the place. He fed her sausage first, thick and heavy on her tongue, and Mona took it deep, her lips slick, her throat working. Her big tits spilled from the open front of her top, swaying as she bobbed. Zenza watched the wet shine stretch from her chin to the head of his cock and pushed back in. When he pulled out she gasped, strings of spit breaking across her mouth. He came across her face in thick ropes, the mess sliding down one cheek and over her lower lip. Mona licked what she could reach and smiled.