Forest fun video

Aletta Ocean wants air and cock. Both. We pick the hills. Halfway up the empty path she stops, turns, and sinks to her knees right on the dirt. Her hand slides my zipper down, cool fingers wrapping tight around my cock as she pulls it free. The sun hits her black hair, throws light on the wet shine already on her lips. She leans in, mouth open, tongue flat, and drags it slow from base to tip like she’s tasting something rare. Her eyes flick up, half-lidded, daring me to look away. I don’t. She seals her lips around the head, sucks once, hard, then takes me deeper until her nose brushes my skin. Every stroke is wet and greedy. Spit runs down her chin, drips onto the path. She works me with both hands and that tight, hot mouth, pulling back just long enough to let strings of saliva stretch from her lower lip to my cock before diving in again. When she feels me twitch she locks eyes, opens wide, and lets the first thick spurt land across her tongue. The rest paints her cheek, her mouth, the black strands stuck to her face. She keeps sucking, soft now, milking out whatever’s left until she’s sure I’m empty. Then she stands, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and keeps walking like nothing happened.