Jasmine Webb—thick thighs, saggy tits jiggling—goes straight for his cock like she’s been waiting all damn day. Kneeled on that cold tile floor, tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep. Gagging but not stopping, eyes watering as he grips her hair and fucks her mouth like she was made for it. When she pulls off with a wet pop, spit dripping down her chin? She doesn’t even wipe it—just flops onto her back and yanks him between those heavy legs. Tongue lashing his balls while one hand cups his ass tight enough to leave marks. By the time he’s buried inside that warm pussy, she’s already moaning loud enough to wake up every neighbor in this half-finished basement.