...through the cracked door, she didn’t hear him come in. Blonde hair pulled back, mascara running as she bobs on a thick cock like it’s her job. Tongue swirling around veins, gagging but not stopping—just moans louder when he grabs her hair and fucks that pretty face deeper. Then she turns toward the mirror, locks eyes with someone who shouldn’t be there... lips wrapped tight around him until his balls slap against her chin.
