Gagging immediately. Blonde hair shaking as she fights for air around that thick shaft—no warning, no teasing. Eyes bulge before she swallows hard, mascara smearing down her cheeks while fingers dig into thighs. Purple lace thong barely stays put as hips jerk forward. One hand grips the base like it’s the only thing keeping him from ramming deeper; other arm flails against the countertop for balance. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room every time she pulls back too slow. Then legs spread wider than expected—back arched off whatever surface holds her up. Ass lifts just enough to show where he’s already left marks: reddened skin glistening with spit mixed with something darker.
House-Servant Slams a Dripping MILF on the Couch