Brandon Fox
The moment he drops his sweats she’s already on her knees. He grabs a fistful of her hair, feeds her every thick inch, and she takes it like she was born for it. Spit runs down her chin while she works him, eyes watering, throat flexing around the stretch. He keeps a steady rhythm, hips rolling, letting her gag just enough to make her throat clench. She moans around him, the sound vibrating straight up his shaft, and he answers with a low, dirty laugh. When he pulls out, strings of saliva stretch from her swollen lips to his tip, and she’s already leaning back in for more, hungry, greedy, mouth wide open.
Brandon Fox
The moment he drops his sweats she’s already on her knees. He grabs a fistful of her hair, feeds her every thick inch, and she takes it like she was born for it. Spit runs down her chin while she works him, eyes watering, throat flexing around the stretch. He keeps a steady rhythm, hips rolling, letting her gag just enough to make her throat clench. She moans around him, the sound vibrating straight up his shaft, and he answers with a low, dirty laugh. When he pulls out, strings of saliva stretch from her swollen lips to his tip, and she’s already leaning back in for more, hungry, greedy, mouth wide open.