Kendra's Ready To Suck Cock

Kendra’s on her knees, eyes glassy, lips parted like she already tastes him. John grabs two fistfuls of her hair and drags her closer, pressing the heavy head of his cock against the back of her throat in one slow, merciless shove. She gags, throat fluttering, but she doesn’t pull away. Wants more. Needs the choke of it. Spit coats his shaft as he starts thrusting, slow at first, then snapping his hips like he means to bruise. Each stroke makes wet, ugly noises that fill the room. Her mascara runs in black streaks, tears slipping down flushed cheeks while her fingernails dig into the meat of his thighs, holding herself steady for the next brutal slam. John snarls, deep in his chest, driving in balls-deep, using her mouth like nothing more than a hole, her throat slick and tight around him, squeezing every time she swallows.