Down the throat

Oanna shows up with one thing on her mind, and it’s not subtle. She’s slim, dark-haired, already wet just thinking about the scene ahead. The moment the cameras roll, she drops to her knees, takes the hard cock that’s offered, and slides it between her lips like she’s been craving it for days. She works it deep, eyes watering but never pulling back, spit running down her chin while she keeps the rhythm tight and wet. When the guy can’t hold it anymore, he grips her hair and lets go, pumping every hot spurt straight down her throat the way she wanted. She swallows, smiles, licks the last drop from her lower lip.