“I love being watched,” said Harlow Nyx. “I’m a performer at heart. I feel like I go harder whenever I’m being watched. I’ll be sluttier if I know I’m being watched.”
Harlow looks irresistible decked out like a coed. Mirko gets hands-on right away, massaging Harlow’s big tits and licking her pert, stiff, pierced nips. He buries his face between her hooters. Harlow’s soft, yielding flesh is a great place for a face to be. Harlow breathes deeply and makes pleasure sounds.
Mirko stands on the bed and drops his drawers. The busty musician takes his skinflute in her mouth and sucks it hands-free. Her tongue and lips are very experienced. Was she the blow job girl in school?
“I was not the blow job girl. I was more the park-bench sex girl. Or the slide. Or the back seat of my car. You have to be really good to get a blow job from me. Back then, anyway. I was a good girl in high school. I only fucked. If you wanted a blow job from me, you had to stick around for a while. I’m really good at giving them, so I’m not going to bless you with a blow job unless you’re going to do something for me.”
Mirko lays Harlow back on the bed and drives his bologna-bus through her heavy hills slowly, then harder and faster. They change positions so Harlow can suck his cock again hands-free, her big boobs resting on his thigh.
Harlow Nyx knows how to get her kicks.
