She knew someone was watching. Dark eyes locked onto the camera, lips stretched around his thick cock like she’s daring him to push deeper. Tattoos snake up her arms as she arches back, nails digging into his shoulders—not begging, commanding. His hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise while he fucks her throat until her gagging turns desperate. Then—flipped onto all fours on the mattress, ass lifted high for the next round. No lube needed when it’s this wet.
