Angel Wicky Endures Extreme Piss Bukkake as a Top Model

So, that whole Angel Wicky thing—you know I told you about it—happened the way these things go, I showed up to this crowded loft and there she is, all big tits and legs in fishnets, looking at me like we’ve already started, no bullshit small talk before she’s grabbing my cock through my jeans and pulling me onto this leather couch where I’m licking up her neck while her hand works my belt loose, her tongue on my dick a second later as a couple other guys get involved and it’s chaos, wet sounds and my hand tangled in her hair as I watch her spit drip onto her chin before they pass her around like a party favor, I slid in from behind, so fucking tight while she takes a face full from the next guy and honestly when she looked over her shoulder at me I just lost it, then she sits back for the finale, opening her mouth wide and there’s warm piss spraying all over her perfect face, and I’m cumming harder than I have in years, smearing it into the mess on her tits, all of us laughing and breathing heavy as she wipes her eye.