Deep Throat Practice 2

She’s back with that same look in her eye, but the mouth game’s on another level. When she asked for another round of deep-throat practice, nobody expected the jump in skill. She grips the base, angles just right, and slides down till her nose is buried, that little nose-ring glinting every time she bottoms out. Her tits bounce free, the ink across her ribs stretching as she leans in. She takes it to the root, holds, throat fluttering around every inch, then backs off with a grin like she knows she’s owning it. Metal studs on her nipples catch the light when she comes up gasping, strings of spit still connecting her lips to the shaft. She wipes her chin, laughs once, then dives right back in, throat working like she’s been practicing every damn day. Every sloppy gag sounds louder, every pull-back tighter, and you can tell she’s proud of how far she’s come.