Deepthroatfrenzy with Viva

Viva came out of the nineties, still younger than most of the men watching. She looked sweet at first glance—until the camera caught her sinking to her knees with a grin that said she knew exactly why she was here. Her black hair fell around her face as she pulled his cock out and took it straight down, lips sealing tight, throat working without hesitation. Every slow push sent her nose closer to his stomach, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. When she pulled back to breathe, strings of spit connected her lower lip to his head, then she opened wide and took him again, deeper, until her eyes watered. She kept the pace merciless, tongue flat, cheeks hollowing, one hand pumping the base while the other cupped his balls. He held her hair, guiding, but she didn’t need help; she was already swallowing him whole. At the last second she drew back, tongue out, eyes locked on the lens, and took the first heavy spurt across her cheek, the second across her tongue, the rest painting streaks down her chin and neck until the mess ran together and dripped onto her small tits. She smiled through it, tongue out, letting the camera see every drop before she licked her lips and grinned like the sweet girl she isn’t.