His Art II

Berry’s on the ladder again, brush in hand, when he clocks that I’m already rock-hard under my jeans. Quick as that, he’s on his knees—now you’re seeing it from my angle while his lips slide down my cock, warm and wet, tongue working every inch without a break. Then the camera drops low, gets right up under him so his smooth balls hang heavy right over your mouth while we 69, the wet sounds loud as hell. Next he pins me on my back, legs wide, and drives straight into me, missionary, hips snapping. Switches to doggy—his grip bruises my hips as he pounds deeper, balls slapping. Finally he lies back and I climb on, sinking down till I’m stuffed full, riding hard, cock bobbing in front of me. I jerk once, twice, and blow all over his chest and stomach while I’m still bouncing on him, cum streaking his skin as my hole keeps squeezing.