Hot Stripper Sex is what these men come here for. And I’m the BBC Queen and in charge of the VIP room for BBC only. First thing I drop to my knees the second the curtain closes. Anticipating for the thick, veiny black cocks already straining against expensive slacks. As my hands yank zippers down one after another, freeing heavy shafts.
First one I wrap my lips around his swollen head. Starting with a deep and sloppy blowjob. With my tongue swirling the ridge while drool spills down my chin onto my heaving tits.
Then I take his length, throat relaxing, gagging just enough to make it filthy. While my eyes water as his balls press against my chin.
Once I got him to a point I pop off only to dive onto the next, stroking two at once while the third slaps my cheek. While smearing of precum across my lips.
They groan, fists tangling in my hair, fucking my face in turns—deep, relentless thrusts that stretch my jaw and flood my mouth with salty leaks. Like a good whore I hum around each one, vibrations rippling straight to their balls, milking pre-cum until they twitch.
When my throat burns raw, I spin onto all fours, peeling my soaked thong aside so my glistening pussy lips part for them. The first slams in balls-deep, stretching my cunt wide, filling me so completely I gasp a little.
Every Brutal Stroke Pounding out My Hot Stripper Sex Holes
As the cream froths at his base, dripping down my thighs he rails me senseless, tits bouncing wildly beneath me.
Another takes his place before I can catch my breath—thicker, longer—drilling so deep he hits my cervix, making me squirt around his shaft in hot gushes.
They rotate, each one claiming my cunt, stretching me further, pounding until my pussy gapes and leaks their mixed precum. With hands grip at my hips, my tits, my throat—pinning me, using me, owning every inch.
Then I flip onto my back, legs hooked over broad shoulders so they can watch my slick hole swallow that BBC whole.
One after another they hammer down, balls slapping my ass, cocks swelling inside me. When the first erupts, thick ropes flood my holes, overflowing, running creamy down my crack.
Now the next pulls out to paint my tits. With hot spurts glazing my nipples while I scoop it up and suck my fingers clean.
They keep going—fucking my mouth again, then my pussy, then my mouth—until every cock has unloaded at least once.
Finally cum drips from my chin, coats my breasts, leaks from my ruined cunt in sticky rivers. I tremble, spent and soaked, pussy still throbbing, greedy for the next thick shaft that swings through the curtain.
I’m BJ, and this VIP room belongs to me—and these big black cocks own every dripping, aching hole I offer.
