Backstage of Ass digger

Angelina feels that itch you get when no one’s watching. She spots the workman across the fence, jeans hanging low, back glistening with sweat. A minute later she’s got him in the next yard, on her knees, blond hair brushing his thighs while her mouth works him deep. He’s thick. She doesn’t mind. She swallows until spit runs down her chin, then stands, peels off her shorts, and turns. He sinks straight into her ass, slow and thick, the brunette stretch on the other side of the camera frame tightening as she takes every inch. No tease, just raw rhythm. He fucks her ass until her knees buckle and she claws at the picnic table, blonde strands sticking to her damp face. She pushes back harder, greedy, until he empties inside her with a low growl that carries over the fence.