The masseuse saw a new client, a handsome, brutal dark-skinned guy, and her pussy immediately began to flow. The blonde tried to pull herself together, but the dick was floating there: her brain kept generating thoughts about how the nigga was riding her on a banana. In the end, she didn’t care about her reputation and asked the man to use the chatter for its intended purpose. Coal didn't mind: he didn't care who he fucked and under what circumstances.
