Swarthy mature stud spreaded thinly his load dropped on pretty face of redhaired babe Ashley Haze on her toes after getting top-rated footjob

Grunting with exertion, Ashley Haze balanced precariously on her toes, fingertips pressed firmly into the hard flesh of the hulking stud’s complication. Her deft digits worked in tandem, pumping with fluidity, coaxing the swarthy Adonis closer to the brink of ecstasy. Rivulets of sweat trickled down the curve of her spine, plastering crimson tendrils to the crimson alabaster of her skin.

The humorously-named swarthy stallion let out a guttural moan as he felt his loins tighten and his member twitch and stiffen. The pressure built to a crescendo, balls drawing up tight as he teetered on the precipice, one thrust away from climaxing all over the redheaded vixen’s dainty features.

Ashley’s lavender eyes flashed with mischief as she sensed his impending eruption. She quickened her pace, fingertips dancing over his mushroom head, cupping and squeezing his swollen sack. “Go ahead, big boy,” she purred, full lips curved in a wicked smirk. “Paint me like one of your French girls…”

With a roar that shook the walls, the stud obliged, unleashing a veritable flood. Thick, pearly ropes of seed erupted from his pulsing tip, splattering across Ashley’s upturned face. Beads of essence dotted the upturned tip of her nose, clung to the silken strands of her lashes, pearled on the pink bow of her lips. A single dewdrop dangled precariously from the underside of her chin, quivering with each shuddering inhale.

Gasping, the swarthy brutecollapsed against the plush lounger, spent. Ashley released his now-flaccid member, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She dragged a manicured nail through the glistening mess adorning her complexion, collecting a smear of semen which she brought to her lips, tasting it with a pleasant hum. “Mmm, delightful,” she purred, licking the digit clean. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, darling.”

Stretching languidly, the redhead sauntered over to a nearby table, where a tray of refreshments awaited. She plucked a silk handkerchief from the silver service, using it to dab at the cooling seed streaking her face. Satisfied with her efforts, she turned back to her bedraggled companion, quirking a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Bloody well worth the foot cramp, I’d say.”