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Sindy Love walks in like she runs the place. Bob waits on the couch, cock already half-hard beneath his jeans. One look at her and he knows she needs straightening out. He grabs her by the hair, yanks her down to her knees. Her mouth opens without a word. She takes him to the back of her throat, gagging as spit drips down her chin. He keeps her there, holding her head, making her earn every inch. When he’s ready he pulls out and strokes himself once, twice, then paints her face. Thick streaks land across her lips and cheeks, dripping onto the floor. She stays on her knees, breathing hard, mascara smudged, lips shiny with cum. Lesson finished.