Cindy Starfall & Kat Dior Dirty Threesome with Rich Guy – SCAM ANGELS [Crazy]

They say money talks, but this rich fucker was about to learn that pussy whispers, and these two scam angels spoke fluent fucking filthy. Cindy and Kat, dressed like they were about to cash out his wallet, leaned in close, their tits pressing against his arm as they pointed at the engine, their lips brushing his ear. “See, baby, the problem is right here,” Cindy purred, her hand snaking down to grab his cock, already hard and straining against his pants. Kat, not one to be left out, joined in, her fingers working the zipper down, freeing his thick shaft. She licked her lips, looking up at him with fake innocence, “But don’t worry, we know just how to fix it.” Their heads bobbed down in unison, tongues lolling out to lick the underside of his cock, teasing, tasting, driving him wild before they took him deep, their mouths working in perfect fucking harmony, sloppy wet sounds filling the garage as they sucked him off, their hands roaming his body, squeezing his balls, fingering each other’s pussies right there in the open.

The rich guy was putty in their hands, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched them work. Cindy pulled away first, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock, her eyes locked on his. “Fuck us,” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “Fuck us like you mean it.” Kat, never one to miss out on the action, was already bending over the hood of the car, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with need. The rich guy didn’t need to be told twice, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her, his cock disappearing into her wet cunt. Cindy, not to be left out, was right there, her tits pressed against Kat’s back, her hand snaking around to play with her clit as she whispered filthy nothings in her ear. The garage filled with the sound of their fucking, the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet sounds of pussy being pounded, the moans and groans of pleasure echoing off the walls. This was no ordinary car repair, this was a symphony of filth, a chorus of fucking, a testament to the power of pussy over the purse.