Dream Hook Up

Natalia has had her taste of the high life with a couple of ball players, but back-up talent left her wanting the real star. She jumped when Dredd’s name hit her phone. At his door, the sight of him hit harder than any highlight reel. Blonde hair loose, bush neatly trimmed, she followed him inside. Dredd sat back, spread his legs, and Natalia dropped to her knees without a word. She nuzzled his heavy balls, tongue sweeping slow, tasting warm skin and drawing them gently into her mouth. One at a time, lips tight, sucking soft until he grew against her cheek. She held him there, worked her tongue around each orb until they tightened, then slid higher. The thick head met her lips, parted them, and the blonde took every inch she could reach, spit running down the shaft. Dredd let her work, hips still, giving her the full length until she gasped for air. Natalia crawled up the bed, ass raised, and Dredd drove in deep. She moaned at the stretch, fingers gripping the sheets, the thick cock filling her over and over. Each thrust hit bottom, balls slapping her clit, the blonde’s juices coating him. He flipped her, pushed her thighs wide, and hammered until her legs shook. She came hard, clenching around him, breath ragged. Dredd pulled out, stroked once, and painted her trimmed bush with heavy streaks that slid between her lips. Natalia lay panting, satisfied at last, the memory already set for replay.