Jodie

God I love young naive pussy. If only robbing banks were this easy, I'd be a fucking millionaire. I asked this one, what's important to her, the work or the money. She responded with... the money. Even though she did appear a bit nervous on the couch, I knew I was certainly going to wet my whistle in her sweet little honey pot within minutes. After getting her all warmed up and relaxed, I got her to work on my shaft, then my big old fucking balls. Then I got around to sampling her honey pot, which did not disappoint, boy was it tight, if it caused anymore suction around my cock Dyson would be onto it for patents. After a bit of classic missionary I get her to put her arse in the air for me, which was definitely a bit of afternoon delight. She wriggled, gyrated and bounced on my cock like a North Sea buoy stuck in a winter storm. God it felt good. Too good. I had to change positions before my custard chucker sprayed her with baby batter. This only delayed the urge for my little white soldiers to engage in open warfare for a short while before I unloaded both barrels all over her pretty little face. Job done. Enjoy.