Glasses
When Nasty wakes up her irrepressible bad boy Oliver Strelly, she's in the mood for some of the kind of action for which she got her nickname. After waiting all night for him to go to bed, she discovers him stretched out on the couch holding the bottle from the previous night's wild night out in his hand. A man of hard life! Nasty wants to hold onto her rage, but she can't since she knows what she would be depriving herself of: his massive, pulsating cock! Before Oliver can even pull down his sweatshirt, Nasty gets to work on his Johnson. She takes it deep into her face and licks his shaft and balls right away because it feels so nice in her hand—hot, veiny, and pulsating. Oliver, still suffering from a hangover, is able to stand over Nasty as she's about to undress, allowing her to kneel in front of his prick and feel it press against the inside of her mouth. Oliver stands over her face and forces his prick into her lips from above, but not before they sixty-nine a little, in spite of Oliver's headache from the previous night. He shoots his sperm across her tongue, chin, and upper chest in a hurry. ? Nasty adds, "Oliver, everything is forgiven as long as you can deliver loads like that! " But please, at least give me a call if you plan to be out all night so I don't have to worry!?
