Wet Throat

Paige Owens gets asked about her gift and the answer rolls off her tongue like she has been waiting to say it. My throat stays wet on its own, she tells the camera with a smirk, then she proves it. Spit already coats her mouth when Jason Moody slides in. The first wet smack echoes off her lips. She opens wider, lets it drip, then takes him deeper until her chin glistens. Every stroke pumps more saliva down her neck, yet she only laughs when she has to breathe, throat squeezing around him, eyes daring anyone to look away. The mess spreads across her cheeks, her lashes, the bridge of her nose, while she keeps working him like her body was built for exactly this filth. It’s filthy and perfect, her slick spit painting every inch until Jason’s cock is dripping with it and she still wants more.