Scarlett Pain

Man, that dusty old tunes Dad blasts? Total fart fest from has-beens crooning nonsense. We planned a shopping spree with his cash, but nope—he fibbed and chased Eagles tickets. Dad's gig sucks, wallet's light for this ripped black hustler scalping 'em. Spotting that stud, my pussy juices up instant, so I barter my wet slit to hook Dad the show. He squirms watching thug meat ram my gullet, smacking my hefty jugs raw. Dad gags hard as that massive ebony rod stretches my swollen lips, pounding straight to my womb. Pure bliss getting packed with huge black cock—my top thrill (next to blowing Dad's dough). His monster balls whack my pale cheeks, then I drop low for his gushing load of dark cream. Dad scores tickets, I snag my fix of rough dick.