Harley's Horny Hobby

Harley King treats blowjobs like a craft she’s honed for years, lips and hands moving like they’ve got a point to prove. She drops to her knees in front of Mick Blue, spit already glinting at the corner of her mouth, and takes him deep in one greedy swallow. He hits the back of her throat and she doesn’t flinch—just relaxes and swallows around the head, eyes locked on his while her cheeks hollow. She twists both fists along his shaft, jerking what won’t fit, drooling so heavy it drips off her chin in long, shiny strands that land on her tits. Mick’s hand knots in her hair, but she bats it away, wanting control. She buries her nose in his belly, gagging once, twice, before pulling off with a wet pop, strings of saliva stretching between her swollen lips and his glistening cock. She grins, tongue out, and slaps the fat head against it before diving back down, sucking harder, faster, messy on purpose. Every time he throbs against her tongue she moans like she’s getting off on it too, throat working, eyes watering, mascara starting to streak. She doesn’t come up for air until her face is wrecked and Mick’s legs are shaking, and even then it’s only long enough to gasp, “Fuck my mouth,” before she goes right back to ruining her makeup on his cock.