Kerry Martin walks into the ZZ Bar. This voluptuous, 45-year-old divorcee and Mother is wearing a short, taut, red suit with a plunging neckline that exposes off most of her large, natural zeppelins. Her rack is on full show! The waiter brandishes up and pours her some water. That babe makes a phone call and tells her friend, who’s supposed to meet her, about the waiter, who that babe thinks is hawt.
Kerry has plans. That babe tosses out her water and asks the waiter for more then asks him about the specials on the menu. One of ’em is filet mignon.
“The meat sounds actually wet. Is it?” Kerry asks. We know what’s on her mind. But does this chab?
“Yeah, it is really really damp,” that Lothario innocently replies.
“That beef sounds admirable,” this babe says. “I think I’ll try that option.”
Then Kerry asks him to flaunt her to the restroom, and when they get there, Kerry shoves him against the wall and crams her mammaries against his chest.
“I’m kinda still on the clock,” he protests.
This babe wants to be on that big, black dick.
This buck protests some more, but when this babe takes her mangos out, his protests are futile.
“Give me that beef now,” Kerry says.
She receives on her knees and sucks his larger than standard, darksome rod right there in the restaurant. Kerry’s shaved bawdy cleft is on the menu. Turns out her ass is on the menu, too, and this chab fills it with his BBC before cumming all over her face.
We assume that was intended to be Kerry’s dessert.