Met Over The Pond

Guess who bumps into old flame Lexi Lowe at the hotel? Me, Marcus London, slinging massages like it's my day job. She struts in, all smiles, and I hook her up with a freebie. No hesitation—she's game. I get her stripped bare and prone on that slick Nuru bed, slathering icy gel over her juicy ass and back. Lingering on those upper thighs, I graze her smooth shaved pussy, playing it cool but damn if it doesn't spark. She flips, tits like mountains begging for attention. I work 'em good, and holy hell, she's on fire now—demanding I ditch the pants so she can return the favor. My cock's standing at attention, rock hard. Lexi wastes no time, teasing me with those massive boobs smooshed against my chest, her sly grin saying she's got the upper hand. She leans in soft for a kiss, wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking slow and sure. Then bam—mouth opens wide, tongue dancing circles over the head like she's savoring candy. Not stopping there, she shoves my face into her wet pussy while jerking me off steady. But enough foreplay; she craves the real deal. I plunge my dick deep into her tight hole, no mercy, pounding ruthless as she moans wild in every position we twist into—doggy, missionary, you name it. Finally, I lose it, blasting hot jizz all over those epic boobs, leaving her glistening and grinning.