JJ Nova His the Load: This week on Bait Bus, Serena and Andy catch JJ Nova, a lean guy in a plaid shirt, heading to work. Serena flirts hard, convincing him to hop in the van and cheat on his girl with a sly smile. Inside, the twist drops - JJ's gotta fuck Andy for cash. They offer $3,000, then $5,000, and finally $6,500, and JJ, torn but tempted, nods yes. Andy, in his yellow tank top, unzips JJ's jeans, revealing a thick, cut, seven-inch cock. Andy sucks it deep, lips tight, moaning as he slurps, spit dripping down. JJ's tense, eyes flickering, but he's rock-hard, whispering, "Fuck it." He bends Andy over the seat, sliding in raw, fucking him steady - deep, rhythmic thrusts, balls smacking Andy's ass. Andy moans loud, high-pitched, pushing back, face red with heat. JJ's grunting, sweat on his brow, thrusts quickening. He pulls out, cock throbbing, and cums hard - thick, white ropes splattering Andy's face, streaking his cheeks and lips. Andy licks a bit, panting, eyes hazy. JJ grabs the $6,500, a guilty smirk crossing his lips, and they drop him off, late for work but loaded with cash.
JJ Nova His the Load: This week on Bait Bus, Serena and Andy catch JJ Nova, a lean guy in a plaid shirt, heading to work. Serena flirts hard, convincing him to hop in the van and cheat on his girl with a sly smile. Inside, the twist drops - JJ's gotta fuck Andy for cash. They offer $3,000, then $5,000, and finally $6,500, and JJ, torn but tempted, nods yes. Andy, in his yellow tank top, unzips JJ's jeans, revealing a thick, cut, seven-inch cock. Andy sucks it deep, lips tight, moaning as he slurps, spit dripping down. JJ's tense, eyes flickering, but he's rock-hard, whispering, "Fuck it." He bends Andy over the seat, sliding in raw, fucking him steady - deep, rhythmic thrusts, balls smacking Andy's ass. Andy moans loud, high-pitched, pushing back, face red with heat. JJ's grunting, sweat on his brow, thrusts quickening. He pulls out, cock throbbing, and cums hard - thick, white ropes splattering Andy's face, streaking his cheeks and lips. Andy licks a bit, panting, eyes hazy. JJ grabs the $6,500, a guilty smirk crossing his lips, and they drop him off, late for work but loaded with cash.