Sara Schools Taylor in the Art of Squirting

Sara walked back in the room and looked right at Taylor. Blonde hair, blue eyes, twenty and hungry. Sara wasted no time. "On your knees." Taylor dropped fast. She grabbed the base with both hands and opened her mouth wide. Tongue flat, eyes up. Sara held the back of her head and pushed her down until the head hit the back of her throat. Taylor gagged once, then relaxed her neck and took it deeper, swallowing around the shaft. Saliva ran down her chin in thin strings. When she came up for air her eyes watered but she smiled. Sara pushed her down again, this time holding her there until Taylor's throat flexed and fluttered around the head. She let her pull off and stood over her. "Good girl. Now ride it." Taylor climbed on the bed, straddled the hips, and lowered herself slow. She reached down, lined up, then sank inch by inch until her ass met skin. She rolled her hips in tight circles, grinding, squeezing, testing how much stretch she could take. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Sara reached up and pinched both nipples, twisting just enough to make Taylor's hips jerk. Taylor bounced harder, thighs slapping, hair sticking to her face. Every downward stroke made wet sounds that filled the room. She braced her hands on the chest in front of her and started slamming down like she meant to break something. Sara grabbed her ass, spread it, slapped one cheek, then the other. Taylor moaned and kept riding, eyes locked on the woman teaching her how to fuck for the camera and for money.