Deepthroat frenzy with Sierra

Sierra slides into view, all curves and red waves. Her big tits strain against black lace that barely covers anything. She drops to her knees and pulls him free, wraps both hands around his length before her mouth takes over. Wet, hungry strokes, lips stretched wide, throat opening inch by inch until her nose brushes his stomach. Spit glistens on her chin. She pulls off for air, strings of saliva still connecting her to him, then dives back in. Faster now. Deeper. The lace top slips lower, giving her heavy breasts more room to sway with every bob of her head. She moans around him, eyes watering, mascara running. He holds her hair, guiding her, then releases. She stays there, tongue out, eyes locked on his as thick ropes land across her cheeks, her lips, her tongue. She licks what she can reach, smiling through the mess.