Sharing is the premise of 12 Blacked scenes, 2014 to 2021, half in 4K. Under The Influencer, Stepping Up For Mr M and I've Never Done This Before Part 2 take the shared-pleasure route. Rob Piper has four, Prince Yahshua, Flash Brown and Jason Brown two each.
Scarlit's lover buys her whatever she asks. Today she wants Eliza, the star influencer on his roster. Eliza walks in all legs and attitude. The moment the door shuts Scarlit drops to her knees, hands already busy with the soft weight of Eliza's balls. She rolls them in her palm, feels them tighten, then leans in and sucks one into her warm mouth, tongue tracing every fold of skin. Eliza’s breath catches. Scarlit moves to the other, sucks harder, draws a low moan from the taller woman. When her mouth finally leaves those balls they’re slick, heavy, and Eliza’s cock is straining. Scarlit wraps her lips around the head, takes her deep, cheeks hollowed, until her nose brushes the neat dark bush at the base. She works her way down, throat opening, eyes never leaving Eliza’s. Spit runs down Eliza’s shaft and drips onto the balls Scarlit keeps fondling. Eliza’s hips start to rock. Scarlit pulls back just enough to let the load hit her tongue—thick, hot, filling her mouth. She holds it there, lips sealed around the tip, swallows once, then again, until nothing’s left but the taste and the faint pulse still twitching against her tongue.
Scarlit's lover buys her whatever she asks. Today she wants Eliza, the star influencer on his roster. Eliza walks in all legs and attitude. The moment the door shuts Scarlit drops to her knees, hands already busy with the soft weight of Eliza's balls. She rolls them in her palm, feels them tighten, then leans in and sucks one into her warm mouth, tongue tracing every fold of skin. Eliza’s breath catches. Scarlit moves to the other, sucks harder, draws a low moan from the taller woman. When her mouth finally leaves those balls they’re slick, heavy, and Eliza’s cock is straining. Scarlit wraps her lips around the head, takes her deep, cheeks hollowed, until her nose brushes the neat dark bush at the base. She works her way down, throat opening, eyes never leaving Eliza’s. Spit runs down Eliza’s shaft and drips onto the balls Scarlit keeps fondling. Eliza’s hips start to rock. Scarlit pulls back just enough to let the load hit her tongue—thick, hot, filling her mouth. She holds it there, lips sealed around the tip, swallows once, then again, until nothing’s left but the taste and the faint pulse still twitching against her tongue.
