Didn’t expect to see Chloe kneeling there with Anton’s BBC buried deep in her throat, gagging but not letting go. Thick veins straining as she gags around it, tears rolling down her cheeks—pretends not to notice you’re watching through the crack. Swallows every inch before he yanks her up by the hair and slams into that tight pussy from behind. Fingers digging into hips as he fucks her against the headboard, tits bouncing with every thrust. The bed creaks like it’s about to break under them—and neither of them stops.
