Bavarian Fantasy

Allison looks the part of a Bavarian vixen in a laced bodice that can barely contain her heavy breasts. The skirt rides high as she drops to her knees and opens her mouth, taking the thick shaft deep until her lips meet the base. Spit trails down her chin, but she keeps sucking, eyes fixed upward, daring him to come. He doesn’t last long. When he pulls out, the first hot spurts stripe her cheeks and lips, thick ropes that drip toward her cleavage. She smiles, wiping a thumb across her cheek and tasting what landed there, a small satisfied sound catching in her throat. Her ass sways, full and round, still framed by the short skirt she never bothered to slip off.