Start My Engine

Brett Rossi's ride craps out on the side of the road, and AAAA hits her with the bad news—membership's lapsed. But this smoking hot blonde doesn't stay stuck long. She flags down Marco Ducati, who jumps in to jump her battery. Brett's day is wide open anyway, so she's got time to fix the mess. She figures she owes him big for the save, and hell, she's just kicked off a gig as a meditative masseuse. Why not invite him over for a proper thank-you session at her place? Marco's tempted but plays it cool at first—thinks she's a bit too sharp-tongued. Brett won't take no for an answer, though. She sways that killer ass back to her car, and bam, he's hooked, tailing her straight home. Inside, she unveils her Nuru setup, all slick and ready. She parks him by the mattress, tells him to strip down. She slips away, comes back buck naked, and peels off his clothes too. Grabs that Nuru gel and slathers it everywhere—their bodies gleaming like forbidden fruit. She climbs on board, presses her slick skin against his, and grinds so he feels every inch of her wet pussy teasing him senseless. Slides down to that rock-hard cock of his, wraps her lips around it, sucking deep while he gasps and fights not to explode right then. Then she swings a leg over, sinks down on him, moaning like crazy at how he stretches her just right. Bounces that tight ass, grinds her pussy hard until she shudders through her climax. Marco flips her for a side-fuck on that dripping slit, ramping up the pace like a man possessed. He rolls on top, pounding away with everything he's got—face flushing red, cockhead swelling huge. Tension builds in his shaft with every slam, and he hammers her until his balls unleash a hot, sticky load all over those perfect tits.