Facesitting Compilation

She drops that fat ass on his face and nothing else matters. The first second her thighs clamp around his ears, the lights flicker. Then the pressure hits—wet, hot, unrelenting—and his mouth is buried so deep he can barely breathe. Ten seconds later the breath is gone altogether and he’s licking through the haze, choking on her taste while her hips grind and her moan turns into a filthy little laugh that says he’s not getting up anytime soon.