Banana mama

Clara’s eyes land on the banana in Victor’s hand and she moves in without a word. She drops to her knees on the tile, wraps her fingers around the yellow length and slides it between her lips, tasting it before she wraps those same lips around his cock. Blonde hair brushes his thighs as she works him deep, spit glistening on every stroke. When she’s dripping, Victor turns her over the counter, parts her smooth ass and pushes his cock straight into her tight hole. Clara’s moan comes out low and steady, each thrust rocking her forward until he pulls out and paints her flushed face with thick streaks.