She kneels submissive, that thick BBC owning her mouth from the jump — guy stands tall, hand guiding her red hair, forcing deeper with each push. Wet gags echo off the walls, lips sliding sloppy over veiny shaft, her tongue swirling frantic. Bedroom floor, sheer curtains filtering light, potted plant watching as saliva drips down her chin —. He grips her jaw, thrusts pick up, skin slapping her face, her moans muffled around the girth. Tits sway free, tats flexing on her arm while she gulps harder, heavy breaths mixing with the squelch. Switches to her stroking firm, mouth hovering — ready for more pounding.
