Devon Johnson – The Massage

Description

After dinner in Fort Lauderdale, Devon and I were back at my place, unwinding. We’d just finished having sex and were lounging on the bed, catching our breath. Her husband was there, filming us, when she offered to give me one of her signature massages.

I wasn’t expecting much beyond a typical rubdown, but then Devon started gliding her massive breasts across my body. That alone was enough to get me hard again.

Mid-massage, she slid down and began sucking me off. But I was craving more of her. I wanted to taste her thick, meaty pussy one more time. So, we shifted into a sixty-nine. I worked her huge clit and full lips with my tongue until she came, her juices coating my face.

Eager for more, I flipped her over, pinned her knees to her chest, and fucked her deep and hard—just how she likes it.

As I felt myself getting close, I rolled her into pronebone, driving myself as deep as I could. When my balls tightened, I unloaded inside her, savoring every pulse.