Cock presses against her stretched lips, pink tip bulging her cheek as she kneels on the gritty warehouse floor, surrounded by pink walls and exposed pipes. Blonde pixie cut tousled, black blazer shoved open to bare heavy tits swaying with each bob. She angles her head, taking more length down her throat—gagging faintly, saliva pooling—while his hand clamps her skull. Cut to her flat on the table, neck craned back over the edge, mouth wide for the downward plunge. Tits mashed against her chest, arms raised, she gulps it deep, throat visibly working. He thrusts steady, balls brushing her forehead.
