Deepthroatfrenzy with Evelyne Foxy

Evelyne kneels before him, lips parted. She wears sheer black lingerie that clings to her small frame, and the lace top sits just above her nipples. He holds her head with both hands, guiding her down until her nose presses against his stomach. Her eyes water, mascara smearing. She takes every inch without protest, throat opening, saliva dripping down her chin. When he pulls out, thick strings stretch from her tongue to his cock, then he pushes back in, deeper this time. She gags, but keeps going. He speeds up, hips snapping forward, using her mouth like he owns it. Evelyne’s hands rest behind her back, wrists crossed, exactly as he told her. The moment he’s ready, he pulls free and strokes once. His load lands across her face in heavy ropes, across her cheek, over her open mouth, down her chin. She stays still, breathing hard, letting it drip. The lingerie strap has slipped off one shoulder. She licks her lower lip, catching what she can, eyes half-lidded, waiting for whatever comes next.