Deepthroat frenzy with Cintia

Cintia walks in wearing nothing but lace lingerie that barely covers her tight body. She drops to her knees without hesitation. The cock meets her lips and slides straight down her throat in one smooth motion. No warm-up. Just steady, brutal thrusts that make her eyes water. She takes every inch. Gagging. Drooling. Her throat tightens around him each time he bottoms out. He grips the back of her head and fucks her face harder. Saliva runs down her chin and drips onto her chest. She stays locked on him, tongue working when she can catch a breath. The pace builds. Her mascara smudges. Her throat makes wet, obscene sounds every time he drives in. Then he pulls out and paints her face—thick ropes hitting her lips, her cheek, the bridge of her nose. She stays kneeling, breathing hard, cum streaking her skin.