Chin deep, lips stretched obscenely around the shaft. Every swallow sends another rope splattering across her cheekbones. Tan lines on creamy thighs dig into the couch as she writhes, gagging but never letting go—this isn’t a blowjob, it’s a mission. No teasing. No buildup. Just hands tangled in hair while he thrusts up like a jackhammer, forcing thick spurts past her tonsils again and again. Mascara smears mix with sweat as she fights to breathe through the mess coating her throat. Red leather groans under their bodies when he flips her onto all fours next—no lube, just raw friction against swollen pussy lips already glistening from earlier strokes.
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House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch
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