I love sucking the cum out of his cock

Sasha Fierce Foxx sat on the edge of the bed, her red talons poised over her smartphone as she prepared to indulge in her latest guilty pleasure. The alluring vixen always made time for a quick unwind session, even during the most hectic of porn star schedules. With her fiery tresses tumbling down her shoulders and her ample bosom heaving in anticipation, Sasha created a new video folder labeled “NSYKCC” – Naughty Sasha You Know Can’t Control Herself.

Pulling up a video she titled “Milking Mark’s Magnum,” Sasha couldn’t wait to feel that familiar flutter of excitement as she watched herself accommodate the brawny porn kingpin’s impressive endowment. With Mark’s oversized appendage gaping obscenely from her dainty pink lips, Sasha moaned into his groin, savoring his salty musk and jerky throbs.

“Mmm, wanna fuck my face hard and make me gag on that ginormous dick, Daddy,” the minx cooed, palming his bulky balls. She felt herself growing dizzy with arousal from his reactive grunts and groans.

“Shut up and suck,” Rockwell growled, grabbing her highlighted pigtails for a frontal assault. Sasha obliged, engulfing his meaty shaft into her throat and letting him rut with wild abandon. Drool ran down her chin as she nose-dived into his pubes, forcing him deeper.

Mark’s torso shuddered with ecstasy as Sasha’s throat clenched rhythmically around his girth, milking each rosy inch for maximum pleasure. “Fucking tight gaping throat,” he husked, bucking his hips feverishly to plunder Sasha’s tight esophagus.

Sasha’s own climax built steam, trickling viscous moisture down her thighs as she freakishly deepthroated Mark to completion. He let out a ragged roar, visably pulsing his release directly into the depths of her spasming throat.

“Gllkk…gllkk…” Sasha’s eyes rolled back as she multiplied those oral sucks to rip one last orgasmic rumble from the spent star’s slumbering member. Mark’s angry red spurred her to reckless pleasure. Each throb sent jolts of electricity to her needy cunt, with his spent cock being wanked for every last drop.

“Ahhnnn… mmnn… guhhh!” Sasha moaned around the bulging appendage crowding her cheeks painfully. Finally, Mark popped free, spurting his last stray dollops onto her tongue and chin. “Mmmm yummy…” she crooned, collecting stray emissions from her lips with dainty fingertips.

With her front camera ready, Sasha posed suggestively, sucking each sex-slick digit clean while staring sultrily at Mark’s looming frame. “Mmmm…satisfied yet, Daddy?” she teased, running a finger under his oozing cumslit.

“In your fucking dreams,” Rockwell snorted, flopping back onto the mattress. Sasha smirked victoriously knowing that was as close as the thug would get to admitting her expertise.

“Mmmm…I’m satisfied though,” Sasha purred, dipping her manicured toes into her own seperate puddle of arousal. “My greedy cunt always lets me know,” she mewled, rubbing her feet together sensually. The resulting wet schlorping sounds echoed off the bedroom walls.

“Chicks dig me… chicks dig me… watchin’ me touch myself!” Sasha crooned singsong, feverishly imaging Mark’s minions jizzing their brains out to her furry footjob. She picked up the pace, really working her clitoris and meaty pussy lips with her mauve pedicured teens.

“Lookin’ back… watchin’ me stroke… schlorp… feel it pulsing,” she kidded, catching glints of wetness lighting up her soles. “Chicks dig me!”

Mark came to in a sweat, seeing Sasha topless and vibing dashedly fast to her niece. He groaned and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his laughter. The easygoing unscrupulous dickhead made it impossible to stay mad at him for long. Sasha appreciated the vivacious fuck and was glad he’d be around for more.

Pleased as punch with her pornographic performance, Sasha rolled to her back to focus on her girl. “Emily clones my technique!” she coaxed, pleased with how the eighteen-year-old rose to the occasion with an impish smile. Their coupled moans echoed off the paneling, a veritable audio gauntlet of depravity.

Sasha felt lightheaded from the sheer flood of adrenaline and serotonin, giving in to the absolute bliss of climaxing in unison with her girl. On shaky limbs, Sasha collasped beside the schoolgirl, relishing the bodily shakes that accompanied the hardest orgasm she’d had in ages.

“That…” Emily panted, “…was soooo fucking hot!”

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle, their mingled liquid release cooling on their abdomens. Travis rubbed his feet together, glancing between the girls’ sopping sex with a half-chub renewing.

“That was hot as hell,” he agreed, giving his girl a high five. Emily grinned from ear to ear, looking proud of herself.

“Yep. Just so you know. I’m not too cool to entirely fuck you on camera now,” Emily said, giving Sasha a quick peck on the cheek before hopping up. “What else would you like Daddy to teach for you?”

Travis quirked a brow, raising an eyebrow. “I think I got it,” he said, giving his girl a quick peck on the cheek before hopping up. “Let’s get some food and shoot some more before we call it a night.”

The trio broke apart, heading to indeterminate sick comforts. Mark caught Sasha’s wrist, tugging her flush against his rock hard chest. “And you…”

He grunted, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss and sifting his hands down the back of her shorts. He groped and kneaded, groaning at the scorching heat between her legs. “While Daddy fixes food, you and I are going to be very fucking creative,” he promised darkly, giving her a resounding smack on the ass.

Sasha squealed and yelped as Mark dragged her stumbling back to the set, quickly forgetting the outside world existed beyond this sticky-floored warehouse studio once Mark began disciplining her mouth in earnest.