Jordan Hart
Ruin My Makeup
Kira loves it rough. She kneels like she belongs there, mouth open, eyes locked on the cock swinging toward her face. He grabs her hair and shoves in. No slow entry. One thrust and he’s hitting the back of her throat. She gags once, twice, but she doesn’t pull away. Spit pours down her chin in thick strings while he fucks her face like a hole made for it. The wet sounds echo off the walls—gluck, gluck, gluck—steady, vicious. Her mascara runs. Her throat bulges every time he drives deeper. She chokes on purpose, just to feel that tight squeeze around the head. When she finally breaks for air, she gasps, then dives right back down, swallowing him like she needs the punishment. He grips her skull with both hands now, hips snapping, balls slapping her chin. Tears streak down her cheeks but her tongue keeps working, licking and sucking between each brutal thrust. She moans around the shaft, the vibration making him curse. The harder he fucks her throat, the wetter she gets between her legs, thighs slick. He doesn’t ease up until he’s ready to empty down her throat. When he pulls out, thick ropes of spit and precum drip from her swollen lips. She smiles through the mess, tongue out, hungry for the next round.
Kira loves it rough. She kneels like she belongs there, mouth open, eyes locked on the cock swinging toward her face. He grabs her hair and shoves in. No slow entry. One thrust and he’s hitting the back of her throat. She gags once, twice, but she doesn’t pull away. Spit pours down her chin in thick strings while he fucks her face like a hole made for it. The wet sounds echo off the walls—gluck, gluck, gluck—steady, vicious. Her mascara runs. Her throat bulges every time he drives deeper. She chokes on purpose, just to feel that tight squeeze around the head. When she finally breaks for air, she gasps, then dives right back down, swallowing him like she needs the punishment. He grips her skull with both hands now, hips snapping, balls slapping her chin. Tears streak down her cheeks but her tongue keeps working, licking and sucking between each brutal thrust. She moans around the shaft, the vibration making him curse. The harder he fucks her throat, the wetter she gets between her legs, thighs slick. He doesn’t ease up until he’s ready to empty down her throat. When he pulls out, thick ropes of spit and precum drip from her swollen lips. She smiles through the mess, tongue out, hungry for the next round.