She’s the one calling the shots. Glasses on, lips stretched tight around thick cock. No gag reflex, no hesitation — just slow, deep strokes until her throat’s stuffed. Then she pulls back, gasps for air, and goes right back down. Wet sounds fill the room. Her mascara’s already running. No mercy, just pure throat-fucking until she’s gagging, drooling, barely able to breathe. Then she switches — rides him reverse-cowgirl, tits bouncing, taking him balls-deep with each grind. The bed creaks, her moans get louder, and the rhythm never breaks. How long can she keep this up before she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess?
