Tiffany's New Passion

Tiffany Tatum wraps her lips around Raul Costa’s thick shaft and slides it all the way down. She keeps a tight grip at the base, stroking in rhythm with her mouth, and her eyes never leave his. Every slow pull builds the pressure until her throat squeezes just right, drawing a long groan from him. She picks up speed, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside, and doesn’t stop until the first hot pulse hits the back of her throat. She keeps milking him with gentle tugs of her hand, coaxing out every thick rope until it spills over her lips and streaks her face.