Tan lines still glistening from the shower, she drops to her knees like this was planned—but no one told him to stop her. Thick fingers wrap around his shaft first; slow strokes that make his hips jerk before she even gets close enough to taste. The second his cock hits the back of her throat? She gags once, then swallows, eyes watering as he fists her hair and rides that gag reflex like it’s payment. Face pressed into his stomach for air between deepthroats, mascara already smearing down her cheeks. He doesn’t care—just shoves deeper every time she pulls off, letting cum drip down her chin before wiping it onto those heavy tits with a groan.
