Deepthroat frenzy with Greta

Greta knows how to work a cock. She wraps her lips around it and takes the whole length without blinking, letting her throat stretch and ripple until she’s buried to the base. Her blonde hair swings forward, getting in the way, but she brushes it aside and keeps swallowing. Every time she pulls back she leaves the shaft shiny, then plunges forward again, eyes watering, nose pressed to skin. She likes the mess, likes the spit running down her chin, likes the weight of it on her tongue. When the guy starts to buck, she locks eyes with him, mouth wide, and waits for the first hot spurt. He shoots across her face—streaks across one cheek, another across her lips—and she licks what she can reach, letting the rest drip down. She swallows the rest straight from the tip, throat working until nothing’s left but the soft sound of her breathing.