Making You Cum With Her Throat

Ava Stone kneels like she was born for this. She wraps her hand around Apollo Banks' cock, feels the heft, then drives her mouth down until her nose smacks his stomach and the head bullies the back of her throat. She gags wet and ugly, saliva pouring over his balls, yet her eyes dare him to stop her. She pulls off gasping, strings of spit snapping between swollen lips and glistening shaft, then slams back down, fucking her own face, faster, deeper. Spit floods her chin, her chest, the floor beneath her knees. Apollo groans, a low, guttural sound, as she twists her wrist on every withdrawal, twisting the mess she just coated him with. Tears smear her mascara, but she doesn't slow. Her throat works in tight, wet pulses, milking every inch like she's proving something she refuses to say out loud. He grips her hair, drives deeper, and she moans around the invasion, throat spasming, every swallow begging for more even as she fights to keep breathing.