Selfies & Deepthroats

Akira May loves her phone. Loves the way it feels in her hands. Loves the way she looks on screen. She turns the lens on herself, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, while Kristof Cale’s thick cock rests heavy against her cheek. She leans in, small mouth stretching, tongue pressing flat as she pushes him deeper. Her throat tightens, a wet choke, then she takes him again, eyes watering, saliva slick on her chin. She keeps going until he spills, pulse after pulse, and she swallows every drop without looking away.