Alyssa Hart Porn Adventures With Dirty D
The sun beat down on the quiet suburban street as Alyssa Hart, the neighborhood’s resident redhead vixen, sauntered towards the glory hole parlor down the block. Her pert, perky breasts strained against her skintight white tank top, nipples visibly poking through the thin fabric. A pair of short denim shorts hugged her round, juicy ass, leaving little to the imagination. Her face, framed by cascading copper locks, wore an expression of eager anticipation.
Alyssa was on a mission. The horny 19-year-old couldn’t wait to get her hands (and mouth) on some hot, hard cock. And the glory hole was just the place to find it. She pushed open the glass door, relishing the cool air conditioning as it caressed her bare shoulders and thighs.
Stepping inside, Alyssa was greeted by the familiar sounds of muffled moaning, squelching, and shallow grunts emanating from the private booths lining the walls. She headed straight for the most popular stall – the “Deep Throat” station. It was her favorite, with its oversized glory hole and floor to ceiling mirror, perfect for watching herself in action.
Locking the door behind her, Alyssa removed her tank top, unveiling her creamy pale breasts to the cooler air. Her nipples hardened to stiff little pebbles. She reclined in the specially designed swivel chair, leaning forward to take a closer look through the round aperture.
Bingo! A thick, veiny ebony cock emerged from the other side, already rock hard and dripping with anticipation. Alyssa wasted no time, wrapping her soft pink lips around the bulbous head and sucking gently. The man on the other side groaned appreciatively as her expert mouth enveloped his shaft, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.
fomenting with lust, Alyssa sank down deeper, taking him past her tonsils until her plump lips met her freckled chin. She held him there, nose buried in neat, wiry pubes, lungs burning. Thick veins pulsed against her tongue as she massaged his length, lips sealed tight, cheeks concave from the force of her sucking.
Milking the underside of his cock with her mound of freckle-dusted tits, Alyssa’s emerald eyes locked with his dark gaze in the reflection. Holding his eyes, she slowly dragged her mouth up, freeing him with a lewd pop sound. Before he could protest the loss of her hot, wet mouth, her tiny hands were stroking his spit-shined shaft, balls bouncing against her chin as she alternately licked and kissed every ridge and vein.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good,” he grunted.
Alyssa threw him a coy wink in the mirror before resuming her lewd ministrations. Working diligently, she took him to the root again, wrestling with his girth, gluttony plain on her face. She hummed, the vibrations transmitting through his cock, as she bobbed faster, faster…
Suddenly, his body tensed and he gripped the glory hole shelf on the other side, knuckles white. Alyssa knew the signs and backed off, letting just the tip rest on her lips as thick ribbons of hot cum spurted directly onto her tongue. She moaned as she received his gift, never breaking eye contact, swallowing every drop like the cock-hungry slut she was.
Once his pulsing had subsided, she scooped the residual jizz from his still-twitching cock, gathering it on her fingers like a paintbrush before sensually stroking the pearly white sticks of cum onto her pink nipples, painting her freckled breasts like some kind of filthy canvas.
Breathless, Alyssa rose on shaky legs and gathered her clothes, shooting one last lustful look over her shoulder before sauntering back out into the sunny street – a thoroughly satisfied, cum-coated minx ready for her next adventure.
