Candy Gets Crushed

Candy knows what to do with a cock the second the lens clicks on. Foreign heat, foreign mouth. She drops straight down, spits on it, and swallows Dan like she’s starving. Head bobs. Fast. Wet. Cheeks hollow, eyes wet, throat open all the way. No warm-up, no teasing. Just wet flesh slapping, thick spit strings, and Dan holding her hair like reins. He lasts longer than most men would, then his hips jerk and he shoots it straight down her throat—thick, heavy ropes she gulps without missing a beat. She comes up grinning, lips shiny, tongue out to show it’s all gone. God, foreign girls.