Blowbang 378 With Betty Solace

Betty Solace lives for cock and her blowbang writes it across her face. She drops her throat down a shaft in seconds, gagging hard while both fists twist and pump two more. She slaps thick heads over her wet lips, eyes rolling as she angles for the next one that’ll choke her deeper. Thick strings of spit swing from her chin, coat her tits, drip to the floor. One mouth, three dicks at once: she twists two slippery shafts and swallows the third till her nose flattens against skin. Then she switches, greedy as ever, taking the fattest one she can reach. The floor beneath her knees is slick. Her throat clicks, gargles, begs for more.