Wanda
Penetrating The East 3 Scene 5
She’s on her knees, eyes locked on his cock like it’s the only thing in the room. He grabs her hair, rough and ready, and she opens up without a word. Mouth slick, lips stretched wide, she takes him deep until her throat tightens around every inch. Spit runs down her chin and he laughs, low and cocky, loving how quick she’s gagging for it. She doesn’t flinch—just moans around him, hungry, pushing harder like she can’t get enough. He fucks her face slow at first, then faster, balls slapping her jaw while she works her tongue like she’s been waiting all night. Every thrust makes her eyes water, mascara already a mess, but she keeps going, cheeks hollowing, throat working, desperate for the taste of him. He pulls back just to watch her gasp, strings of spit still connecting her lips to his cock, then shoves right back in, owning that pretty mouth like it’s his favorite toy.
She’s on her knees, eyes locked on his cock like it’s the only thing in the room. He grabs her hair, rough and ready, and she opens up without a word. Mouth slick, lips stretched wide, she takes him deep until her throat tightens around every inch. Spit runs down her chin and he laughs, low and cocky, loving how quick she’s gagging for it. She doesn’t flinch—just moans around him, hungry, pushing harder like she can’t get enough. He fucks her face slow at first, then faster, balls slapping her jaw while she works her tongue like she’s been waiting all night. Every thrust makes her eyes water, mascara already a mess, but she keeps going, cheeks hollowing, throat working, desperate for the taste of him. He pulls back just to watch her gasp, strings of spit still connecting her lips to his cock, then shoves right back in, owning that pretty mouth like it’s his favorite toy.