Caught mid-swallow. Thick lips stretched around his cock, her mascara running from gasping too hard. The second the latex snaps, she freezes—eyes flicking up like she knows you’re there. Doesn’t stop. Condom yanked off in one motion, spit dripping down her chin as he slams home without warning. Kneeling on that green sheet, thighs slick from where she was already touching herself earlier. Tits bouncing every time he bottoms out, nails digging into his ass when he hits too deep. No gag reflex left. Just raw hunger—like this wasn’t planned but couldn’t be stopped either.
