Nasty is in the mood for some of the kind of action she’s named after when she wakes up her incorrigible bad boy Oliver Strelly. She waited all night for him to come to bed, and then she finds him sprawled on the couch with last night’s bottle, from last night’s carousing on the town, still in his hand. A hard-livin’ dude! Nasty wants to stay angry, but she can’t knowing what she would be denying herself–his huge throbbing cock! Oliver doesn’t even have a chance to lower his hoodie before Nasty sets to work on his johnson. It feels so good in her hand–hot and veiny and pulsing–and she immediately takes it deeply into her face, then licks h…
