Shyla Shy is hanging with Stone at SCORE. Shyla stands up at his instruction and she turns around to show her ass, legs and tits. They grow 'em nice in Florida. He happily plays with Shyla's 38G 46-inch hooters. A breast-man could just latch onto those all day but he knows better. Shyla likes demanding, assertive guys, not guys she has to wind-up to fuck her. She likes rough sex but only when she's doing the rough stuff like bouncing hard in cowgirl. Slapping face with her tits. "Don't bite my nipples. They're too sensitive," Shya has said before. Stone removes her thong panties, lays Shyla on the couch and licks her shaved cunt, getting it wet and prepared, but first, she must feed. She sucks the pipe hands-free, then jerks and blows it. He directs Shyla on how to mouth-worship his meat. Shyla is the kind of girl who appreciates and respects being directed and instructed by her sex dates. She doesn't resist or look annoyed like a bitch who doesn't like taking sex orders from a guy. She's the perfect fuck-doll. No time spent with Shyla can pass without fucking her tits. This time, she kneels and squeezes her boobs, mashing them together and, using her hands, turns them into massagers. Stone quietly orders Shyla to sit on his lap. He's on her like cellophane. She will be mounted on the pole and her fucking will begin. Shyla, you are one hot fuck.