[Brazzers] Lana Rhoades - A Knob Well Done

Elly Clutch doesn’t want Victor Ray’s cum; she fucking CRAVES it! Hungrily munching on her pussy is step one. Victor’s cock n’ balls swell inside Elly’s mouth and throat, coaxing a TORRENT of cum to coat her body. Already off to a great start! Victor slips his hog into her enthused pussy as she rubs the sticky cum rivulets into her skin. Bouncing on his dick, sliding it in doggie and unleashing a veritable JIZZ FOUNTAIN with a hot thigh n’ foot job, (ever seen one of those?)Elly succeeds in her nut-retrieving mission. Amazingly, Victor has a little more in the tank and delicately places his pop on an unsullied section of her face. By suck or by fuck - she got it!

Danny D is a gardener with a hard-on for his sexy client, Reina O'Hara. He sneakily spies on her through the window when he should be busy getting the work done; does he have no respect for her poor husband? Reina isn’t helping the situation either; she chose that exact time to do her yoga routine. How can Danny not stare with all the bending and stretching going on? Later, poolside is where Reina and Danny REALLY get acquainted.

Sarah stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying her lipstick while her boyfriend watched from the bed. They were supposed to be getting ready for the party, matching outfits and all, but the way her blouse hung open and the way she kept glancing at him made it clear neither of them was in a hurry. “You’re looking good,” he said. “You’re looking good too,” she answered, smiling. “Think I should go like this? Shirt open?” He told her he liked it. She stepped closer, lipstick still in hand, and started teasing him—leaning in, brushing her lips near his, then pulling back just enough to make him chase. “Am I distracting you?” she asked. When he said she could try, she dropped to her knees right there and freed his already hardening cock. She took him into her mouth slowly at first, careful with the fresh lipstick, then deeper, spit starting to shine on the shaft. He groaned and rested a hand in her hair while she sucked him with growing hunger. When she finally pulled off, a string of saliva connected her lips to the head. He pulled her up, bent her over the vanity, and pushed two fingers into her already wet pussy. “How many do you think you can take?” he asked. She moaned and told him to go for three. He stretched her open while she gripped the edge of the counter, makeup forgotten. Then he replaced his fingers with his thick cock and fucked her hard from behind, the wet sound of their bodies filling the bathroom. After a while he pulled out, spit on her tight asshole, and slowly pushed inside. Sarah cried out at the stretch but pushed back for more. “Now that you’ve fucked me in the ass I just want more and more of it,” she gasped. He gave it to her—deep, steady strokes while one hand reached around to rub her clit. She came hard around him, shaking and dripping. They switched positions again: her on her back on the bed with legs spread wide, then riding him so her tits bounced in his face, makeup completely ruined. Near the end he flipped her over once more and pounded her until he pulled out and painted her stomach and the underside of her tits with thick ropes of cum. Afterwards they lay there breathing hard, her lipstick smeared, his shirt wrinkled. “We’re definitely going to be late,” she laughed. “Good,” he answered. “I don’t want to be the first ones at the party anyway.” They never made it out the door that night.

Lily had been pushing her husband all week. Every night she tried to provoke him—walking around half-naked, begging to be disciplined, calling herself a bad wife who needed a lesson. He finally snapped, told her to stop the nonsense, and left the house. “He won’t give me what I want,” she muttered once the door closed. “I’m gonna find somebody who will.” She found him at a quiet bar. Tall, confident, the kind of man who didn’t ask twice. When she told him she had been a bad wife and needed to be taught a lesson, he simply nodded, paid the bill, and took her to a nearby hotel. The second the door locked he ordered her to strip. “I thought I told you no fucking panties.” She apologized; he shut her up with a firm hand on her throat. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to speak.” He bent her over the bed and spanked her bare ass hard until both cheeks burned red. Then he dropped his pants and pushed his thick cock between her lips. “Open. You’re going to learn how to use that mouth properly.” She sucked him deep and messy, spit running down her chin while he held her hair and fucked her throat. When he pulled her up he bent her over again and slammed into her tight, dripping pussy in one hard thrust. Lily cried out at the sudden stretch. He fucked her without mercy—long, deep strokes that hit her G-spot every time, one hand gripping her hip, the other occasionally landing another sharp slap on her ass. “That’s it… take it like the bad wife you are.” He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs high and pounded even deeper. She came hard around his cock, shaking and moaning, but he didn’t stop. He kept using her through the orgasm, then pulled out, stroked himself and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. Afterwards he made her clean him with her tongue. “You’re going to be a good wife now?” “Yes,” she whispered, still breathless. “I’ll always be a good wife.” When she got home her husband was already there. She smiled sweetly, kissed his cheek and apologized for her “little phase.” “I’m all sorted now,” she said. “Go rest. I’ll make you your favorite snack.” He had no idea what had just turned his wife into the perfect, obedient woman again.

Mick sat across from Octavia in the quiet office, recorder on the table between them. He had started with the hard questions right away. “Were you aware of the insider trading going on in your company?” Octavia leaned back, crossing her legs, the tight blouse doing little to hide the full shape of her tits. “You started with the hard questions right away. Why should I tell you anything?” Mick’s eyes dropped for a moment. “Because if you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want.” She studied him. “And why should I trust you?” A knock at the door interrupted them. Someone from the outer office asked if they needed anything. Mick sent them away sharply, demanding privacy. Once the door closed again he turned the recorder back on. “Were you involved?” “No,” she said. Then, after a pause: “But I may have evidence who is.” Mick shut the recorder off. “Then let’s make a trade of our own. You give me your evidence… and I’ll let you fuck me.” Octavia’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Nobody can know that I gave you this deal.” She stood, walked around the desk, and pushed him back into the chair. “Why don’t you take a seat and let me worship this cock?” She dropped to her knees, freed his already hardening cock, and took him into her mouth with a hungry moan. She sucked him deep and slow at first, then faster, spit shining on the shaft as she looked up at him. Mick’s hand rested on the back of her head while she worked him, tongue swirling, throat relaxing to take more. When she stood again she pushed her skirt up, pulled her panties aside and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch made her gasp. “Oh my god… yes…” She rode him hard, tits bouncing under the open blouse, grinding down so every inch disappeared inside her. Mick gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, the wet sound of their bodies filling the office. He stood, still buried inside her, and bent her over the desk. Papers scattered as he fucked her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Octavia moaned loudly, one hand reaching back to spread herself open for him, the other gripping the edge of the desk. “Fuck me… just like that… don’t stop…” He pulled out only long enough to spin her around, lift her onto the desk and drive back into her while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their mouths crashed together in a messy kiss while he pounded her, the desk creaking under them. She came hard around his cock, shaking and clenching, still begging him to keep going. Near the end he pulled out, stroked himself rapidly and painted her stomach and the underside of her tits with thick ropes of cum. Octavia watched, breathing hard, then slowly smeared it across her skin with two fingers. A phone rang on the desk. Someone from her firm was on the line. She answered, voice suddenly professional again. “I have to take this,” she told Mick, already fixing her clothes. “You can see yourself out.” At the door she paused and looked back. “Look… I’m sorry. But I did what I had to do.” Mick watched her leave, the evidence folder still on the desk, his cock still half-hard, and the clear realization settling in that the real insider trading story had just walked out the door.

Blake showed up at Ben’s place unannounced, knowing his new girlfriend Catherine would be there. She was the opposite of everything Blake used to be—modest, serious, the kind of woman Ben claimed he wanted to settle down with. Blake had other plans. When Ben walked in and found them talking, the tension snapped. Blake didn’t waste time. She pulled him into the bedroom, locked the door, and dropped to her knees. “One last fuck,” she whispered, already freeing his thick cock. “For old times’ sake.” She sucked him deep and messy, the same slutty mouth he used to love in alleyways and public bathrooms. Spit ran down her chin as she took him into her throat, moaning around the shaft. Ben tried to resist for about ten seconds before his hand tangled in her hair and he started fucking her face. Catherine walked in right as Blake bent over the bed and Ben pushed into her dripping pussy from behind. Instead of screaming, Catherine froze… then slowly started touching herself. “Maybe I’m tired of being the proper girlfriend,” she said, voice shaky with lust. “I want to see what being a slut is all about.” Blake grinned and pulled Catherine closer. The two women kissed while Ben kept pounding Blake, then Catherine dropped to her knees and licked his cock clean every time he pulled out of Blake’s stretched hole. Soon Catherine was on her back, legs spread, while Blake sat on her face and Ben fucked Catherine deep and hard. They switched constantly—Blake riding Ben reverse so Catherine could lick her clit, both women sharing his cock, one getting fucked while the other sat on his face. Ben lasted longer than he expected, slamming into one tight pussy after the other while the two women made out and praised how dirty it all felt. When he finally came he pulled out and painted both their faces and tongues with thick ropes of cum. They cleaned him together, then cleaned each other, still moaning. Afterwards Blake looked at the thoroughly corrupted Catherine and smirked. “So much for settling down.” Catherine, still flushed and dripping, only answered, “You’re always welcome over… anytime.”

Officer Angela caught Mike trespassing again. She had warned him before, but tonight she wasn’t in the mood for another warning. She pinned him against the wall, cuffs already in her hand. “You’re under arrest for trespassing,” she said coldly, reading him his rights while her hands ran over his body in a slow, thorough frisk. When her palm brushed the hard bulge in his pants she smirked. “That’s quite the heat you’re packing.” She spun him around, cuffed his wrists behind his back and pushed him to his knees. “From now on you speak only when I let you. You’ve been a bad boy… but you’re mine now. Mine to punish.” Angela freed his thick cock and stroked it while staring down at him. She wrapped her big tits around the shaft and tit-fucked him slowly, making him beg. “Please, Officer… please fuck me.” She made him say it properly—“Officer Angela”—before she finally let him inside her. She rode him hard while he stayed cuffed, grinding down so every inch stretched her open. Then she uncuffed him only long enough to shove his face between her legs and order him to eat her until she came on his tongue. After that she bent over the hood of her patrol car, told him to fuck her from behind, and controlled every thrust. “You come when I say you come.” He pounded her deep, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her hair, while she moaned and cursed and kept reminding him who was in charge. Near the end she spun around, dropped to her knees again and sucked him until he painted her tongue and tits with thick cum. She swallowed what she wanted, then looked up with a satisfied smile. “That’s Officer Angela,” she reminded him one last time. “And next time you trespass… I’ll be waiting.”