Backstage of Down the throat

Yvette Balcano warmed up with slow, practiced breaths. She wrapped her full lips around Frank Major’s cock until the head pressed at the back of her throat, then eased further until her nose brushed his skin. Blonde hair slid over her shoulders and grazed his thighs with every forward rock of her head. Frank held still, letting her set the rhythm. She took him deeper on the next stroke, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. When he finally gripped her hair and thrust, the slim blonde held her ground and opened wider, giving him every inch she promised. Spit coated her chin and his shaft, but she didn’t pull back. She just swallowed again, hungry for more.