Layla Jenner drops to her knees and takes Mick Blue's cock straight down her throat. He grabs her hair and drives deeper, hips snapping forward, pushing past the resistance until her eyes water and her mascara streaks. She gags but stays locked on him, spit running down her chin in thick strands. Every thrust makes her throat bulge around his shaft. He holds her there, balls pressed against her chin, then pulls back just enough to let her gasp before ramming back in. Her hands claw at his thighs but she doesn't pull away. The wet, choking sounds fill the room. Mick doesn't ease up. He fucks her face like he owns it, pushing until she trembles and her nose flattens against his stomach, throat working around him again and again.
Layla Jenner drops to her knees and takes Mick Blue's cock straight down her throat. He grabs her hair and drives deeper, hips snapping forward, pushing past the resistance until her eyes water and her mascara streaks. She gags but stays locked on him, spit running down her chin in thick strands. Every thrust makes her throat bulge around his shaft. He holds her there, balls pressed against her chin, then pulls back just enough to let her gasp before ramming back in. Her hands claw at his thighs but she doesn't pull away. The wet, choking sounds fill the room. Mick doesn't ease up. He fucks her face like he owns it, pushing until she trembles and her nose flattens against his stomach, throat working around him again and again.
