A pair of fishnet stockings cling to her thighs as the first tug rips them down—no time for foreplay, just greedy lips closing around the fat head. Cock slides in before she even finishes undressing, fingers tangled in blonde hair pulling her down harder. Ass lifts off the bed when he buries himself to the hilt, throat muscles working furiously against his thrusts. Stockings gone now. Just slick skin and desperate sounds filling the room. Deepthroat gags on him like a pro but still manages to swallow every inch with that hungry mouth. No gagging—just wet slurps and grunts as he fucks her face from behind, hands gripping those full tits like they’re about to rip right off.
