...and then the couch cushions get soaked. Purple-streaked hair tangled around his neck as she chokes on every inch, eyes watering but still locked onto him. He flips her over mid-swallow, slams into that tight ass from behind while she’s still gagging. One hand grabs a fistful of tit, the other yanks those pink panties down—no warning before he fills her up raw and lets go right there on the sofa. She licks her lips like this is just another Tuesday.