Clap Those Cheeks

She knows how to make it clap. He knows how to make it clap louder. Gogo Fukme plants her ass on Mazee's face and starts working it, those heavy cheeks swallowing him whole. His tongue digs in, desperate, while she grinds down hard enough to steal his air. She doesn't stay still for long. She slides back, wraps those lips around his cock, and takes him straight to the back of her throat. Spit runs down her chin. She chokes on it and loves it. He fucks upward, hitting that spot that makes her eyes water. Then she pushes her tits together and traps his cock between them, jerking him slow, slick, filthy. Every few strokes she drops her mouth back down, sucking the head like she's starving for it. Back and forth between throat and cleavage until her cheeks are streaked and his cock is throbbing. Gogo climbs on again, face down, ass up, cheeks spread wide. Mazee drives in deep, hips slamming against her, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. She pushes back, meeting every thrust, taking him to the hilt. He doesn't ease up. Neither does she.