The Lost Tourist

Lana Fever steps off the curb with a map in one hand and confusion on her face. New city, wrong turn, no hotel in sight. A man appears, offers directions, and she follows. One glance at her full tits straining against her top and the conversation turns. Back at his place she sinks to her knees, lips stretched around him, taking every inch down her throat. He grips her hair, fucks her mouth until spit runs down her chin. She stands, turns, offers her ass. He spreads her cheeks and slides straight into her tight hole, pumping deep while her heavy breasts swing beneath her. She pushes back, greedy for more, until he pulls out and paints her open mouth and cheeks with thick ropes across her tongue and lashes.