

Katie Ray drops to her knees on the kitchen floor, her tits still slick with spit. She grabs the guy’s shaft with both hands, pumps it a couple times, then opens wide and swallows the head like she’s been waiting all day. Eyes locked on his, she works her tongue underneath and bobs down until her nose brushes his stomach. Spit drips off her chin onto the floor, but she doesn’t care. She pulls back, gasping, strings of saliva hanging from her lips, then dives in again, faster, gagging a little and loving it. One hand cups his balls, the other strokes whatever won’t fit in her throat. Every time she comes up for air she grins like a brat who knows exactly what she’s doing. When he starts thrusting, she just opens wider and takes it, mascara already starting to run. By the time he pulls out and paints her face, she’s smiling up at him, cum streaking her cheeks, tongue out for whatever’s left.

Katie Ray drops to her knees on the kitchen floor, her tits still slick with spit. She grabs the guy’s shaft with both hands, pumps it a couple times, then opens wide and swallows the head like she’s been waiting all day. Eyes locked on his, she works her tongue underneath and bobs down until her nose brushes his stomach. Spit drips off her chin onto the floor, but she doesn’t care. She pulls back, gasping, strings of saliva hanging from her lips, then dives in again, faster, gagging a little and loving it. One hand cups his balls, the other strokes whatever won’t fit in her throat. Every time she comes up for air she grins like a brat who knows exactly what she’s doing. When he starts thrusting, she just opens wider and takes it, mascara already starting to run. By the time he pulls out and paints her face, she’s smiling up at him, cum streaking her cheeks, tongue out for whatever’s left.