White blouse unbuttoned halfway, skirt hiked up, the anime girl drops to her knees and wraps her lips around his shaft before he even sits back. She starts slow, tongue swirling the tip, but he grips her hair and pulls her forward—her throat opens just enough for the first inch before she gags hard. Spit drips down her chin as she pulls back, gasping for air, then dives back down with wet slurping sounds filling the red-lit lounge. His hips lift off the couch with each thrust, forcing more of his cock past her lips while her fingers dig into his thighs. The room smells like sweat and cheap perfume, her mascara smudging as she takes it deeper than she thought possible—until her nose presses against his pelvis and she gags again, tears streaming.
