Scene Description:
When Raul Costa stumbles across his dad's hidden notebook and scores the private number of his secret fucktoy Clea Gaultier, raw curiosity takes over and he calls her over for a visit. Clea shows up looking even more drop-dead fuckable than he ever imagined—curves poured into something skimpy, eyes already gleaming with dirty intent. She's caught off guard seeing the son instead of the father, but her pussy's instantly soaked at the thought of riding this young stud's cock, and there's no way she's letting that thick opportunity slip away.
