Angelina Moon Is Ready For a Load

Angelina Moon's been eyeing her stylist Boswell Black like a steak dinner for ages, but her domme life? Yeah, not everyone's cup of kink. So she books an appointment way before her roots scream for help, dragging her cuckold Taylor along to test the waters. Boswell's jaw damn near hits the floor when this wide-eyed sub boy trails in behind his top client, then drops to his knees like a pro, worshiping Angelina's feet while Boswell fires up the scissors. He clocks that her hair's nowhere near due and calls her on it. Angelina grins, locks eyes, and purrs she's here for him too—hair's just the excuse. No beating around the bush now; she grabs his crotch bold as brass, smirking about how his cock's packing more than her forearm. Boswell, half-flustered, half-intrigued, blurts out what's the deal with her and this Taylor kid. She snaps her fingers, makes Taylor stand tall and show off his tiny, locked-up chastity cage—Boswell busts a gut laughing, and boom, he gets it: Angelina's about to own his ass. For kicks, she hauls out her arm next to Boswell's monster dick, and hell yeah, it's thicker in spots, the perfect stretch for her hungry pussy.