Heather Heels had been tanning outside, her skin glistening with sunscreen and her thong hiked up her ass cheeks, as she soaked up the warm sun's rays. After a while, she got up and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of iced tea, her feet padding softly on the cool floor. As she reached for the pitcher, Danza appeared behind her, his eyes fixed on the tantalizing sight of her nearly bare behind, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to take her right there on the kitchen counter. With a swift motion, he spun her around, his hands grasping for her hips as he lifted her onto the counter, his rigid cock twitching with excitement. As he thrust into her, Heather's eyes locked onto Danza's, and she felt him fuck her good, his passion building until he unleashed a creamy load deep inside her pussy, leaving her gasping for breath and clinging to the counter for support as he pulled out, his seed dripping down her thighs.
Danza's intense gaze locked onto Heather's as he grasped her hair, pulling her head back and forth, his cock slamming into her mouth with reckless abandon. Heather's eyes watered as Danza's thrusts grew more aggressive, his cum and spit dripping down her chin, but she reveled in the degradation, her hands reaching up to rub the sticky mixture all over her face. With each stroke, Danza's passion intensified, his cock exploding in a frenzy of cum and saliva that Heather eagerly lapped up, smearing it across her cheeks and forehead like a twisted badge of honor. As the camera zoomed in on Heather's cum-covered face, she looked up at Danza with a mixture of adoration and submission, her eyes sparkling with a dirty thrill that left the live cam audience breathless. With one final glance at the camera, Danza pulled out of Heather's mouth, leaving her to savor the remnants of their filthy encounter.