Squirting Nuru

Man, Mr. Pete's buzzing for his massage this afternoon—he's yapping non-stop about it to his buddy on the phone, like a kid hyped for Christmas. Tiffany Watson struts in, and he kills the call quick. She plops down beside him, plants a hot kiss right on his lips. Her hand slides over his jeans, and damn, she's grinning because he's rock hard already. They dive into this wild make-out sesh on the couch, tongues battling like pros. She swings a leg over, climbing on top, and he grabs that juicy ass, smacking it hard—turns it cherry red every time, 'cause he's obsessed with how it jiggles. She grinds her wet pussy against his thigh, teasing him senseless. He yanks off her robe, dives in, fingers dancing over her slick folds. She's moaning like crazy as he slides one inside, pumping her deep with his hand, making her squirm. Clothes hit the floor fast. He growls, begging her to hop on his dick, but nah, she's holding out—shower first, she says with a wink. They bolt to the shower, steam rising as they lock lips again, all fire and hunger. His fingers work her pussy while she wraps her hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him rough. Tiffany's screams echo off the tiles—she's losing it. Drops to her knees, and holy shit, she engulfs him, swallowing that thick shaft whole as Mr. Pete thrusts deep, face-fucking her throat like he owns it. Back in the room, he stretches out on the mat, she straddles him, dumping oil everywhere—it's dripping down her curves like liquid sin. He slams up into her tight cunt, pounding away while she rides him hard, tits bouncing wild. He flips her, buries his face in her pussy, licking her to the edge—but she shoves him back, gasping, 'Get ready!' and unleashes a gush, squirting all over his grinning mug. Doesn't miss a beat—he plunges back in, railing her until he pulls out and blasts ropes of cum across her pretty face, marking her like a champ.