Somebody’s been waiting for this cock. Mascara smeared down her cheeks before the first thrust even hits, because she needs it rough—hair gripped tight enough to pull her head back as that fat dick stretches her throat open. No teasing, no buildup: just a desperate gagging sound and the wet slaps of skin against skin as she’s bent over whatever surface is closest. Tits jiggling free like they’re too heavy for gravity when he flips her onto her back, knees hooked over his shoulders so deep he can see the glint of metal in the corner of his eye—this isn’t gentle.
