Naughty Ms. Wicky

Ms. Wicky slips out of the lounge when no one watches. She heads straight for the storage room, already wet at the thought of what waits inside. Today her regular cock is missing. Instead, a new face appears. She keeps her blouse half-open, blonde hair falling over heavy tits, and meets his stare without a blink. Her hand finds his belt. She drops to her knees, lips wrapping around him, taking every inch until her throat tightens. Spit runs down her chin. He spins her around, lifts that big ass, and slides his cock between the cheeks. One steady push and he sinks into her tight hole. She pushes back, greedy for the stretch, moaning as he fucks her deeper with every thrust.