Deepthroat frenzy with Mira Sylver

Mira Sylver sinks to her knees in black lace, barely eighteen and already hungry for the work. A hard cock slides past her painted lips and hits the back of her throat; she gags but pushes forward, tears streaking her cheeks. Her blonde hair tangles around his fist as he drives deeper, using her mouth the way she came here to be used. Spit ropes down her chin onto the lingerie barely covering her small tits. Each thrust opens her throat a little more. When he pulls free, her tongue stays out, ready for the next push. He grips her head with both hands now, quick, mean strokes that make her eyes water and her jaw ache, yet she moans around the length. The frenzy builds until he holds her flush against him, pulsing, and empties across her flushed face. Thick strands cling to her lashes and lips while she blinks up at him, mouth open, ready for whatever comes next.