Black Kong Dong #24

Donny's cock stood there thick and black and shining with spit. Layla stared at it like she could swallow it whole. When he slapped the head against her tongue she forgot everything else, just leaned in and opened up. He filled her throat in one long push and she took it, gagging wet around him, eyes tearing but never looking away. Her fingers clawed at his thighs while he fed her every inch, pulling back slow so she could breathe and then sliding in again, deeper, until she groaned around the stretch. She loved the weight of it, the way it owned her mouth, the taste that coated her lips every time he pulled out to watch her chase it. She held the eye contact like she had something to prove, and Donny let her, hips rocking steady while spit ran down her chin. They worked in a dirty rhythm, him feeding, her taking, both of them caught up in it until the scene blurred into sweat and breath and the sound of her throat giving up and letting him all the way inside.