Newswomen #04

She found the link at two in the morning. Already watched the whole thing, but her mouse hovered anyway, thumb resting on the scroll wheel like she'd press play again. He's pulling her head down, fingers digging into her scalp, cock sliding past her lips slow enough that the spit trails down his shaft, glistening in the lamplight. The girl's gagging keeps the rhythm ugly and perfect. Every thrust pushes deeper until her eyes water black from the smudged mascara. He likes the mess—leaves her face streaked, throat working hard to take it all. When she finally pulls off for air, strings of spit hang between her bottom lip and the head of him, and the camera catches every glistening thread before she dives back in, desperate to finish what she started.