Will Pounder, a tower of ink and muscle, stands before Emma Rosie, his cock already hard and throbbing. Emma, a tiny slip of a thing, looks up at him with wide eyes, her small tits heaving. She tentatively reaches out, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum beading at the tip. Will groans, his hands fisting in her blonde hair. He fucks her mouth, his hips moving in steady rhythm, until he can't hold back any longer. With a grunt, he pulls out, his cock pulsing as he covers Emma's face in his hot cum. She gasps, her tongue darting out to catch a drop, her eyes gleaming with filthy delight.