Latex-covered hands grip his cock, guiding him to his knees. She doesn’t ask. Just yanks his head forward, forcing his throat open. Gagging fills the room as she rides his face, hips rolling slow and deliberate. Black latex hugs every curve of her body, the material slick under his fingers as he tries to keep up. Her thighs clamp around his ears, muffling his choked breaths. When she flips him onto his back, she straddles his chest, tits pressing against his face while she strokes his shaft with both hands. The latex squeaks with every movement, the sound raw and filthy. She doesn’t stop until he’s trembling, his cock twitching between her fingers.
