Bianca Pureheart
Hook Ups 9 Scene 3
Pin Ups Scene 7
Bianca Purehart wraps her hand around my cock and starts stroking like she owns it. She spits right on the head and works it in slow, then picks up speed until the whole thing's glistening and my balls are tight. "Fuck, you're thick," she says, squeezing the shaft just under the head and watching it twitch. Her other hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm, and she leans in closer so her breath is hot against my skin. When she drags her tongue along the underside from balls to tip I almost lose it right there. Bianca looks up with that cocky grin, lips shiny, and licks a bead of precum off the slit. "Tastes like you're already close," she teases, then opens wide and takes me deep until her nose presses against my stomach. She stays there, throat working, then pulls back with a wet pop and starts fucking her own face with it—fast, sloppy, no hesitation. Every thrust makes spit run down her chin onto her tits. She moans around the shaft like she can't get enough, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. When she finally pulls off again she's gasping but grinning, jerking me hard with both hands while she catches her breath. "You gonna give it to me or do I have to work for it?" she asks, thumb rubbing circles over the swollen head. Then she dives back down, deeper this time, throat stretching around me as she forces the last inch in and holds it there, swallowing like she wants every drop I'm about to give her.
Bianca Purehart wraps her hand around my cock and starts stroking like she owns it. She spits right on the head and works it in slow, then picks up speed until the whole thing's glistening and my balls are tight. "Fuck, you're thick," she says, squeezing the shaft just under the head and watching it twitch. Her other hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm, and she leans in closer so her breath is hot against my skin. When she drags her tongue along the underside from balls to tip I almost lose it right there. Bianca looks up with that cocky grin, lips shiny, and licks a bead of precum off the slit. "Tastes like you're already close," she teases, then opens wide and takes me deep until her nose presses against my stomach. She stays there, throat working, then pulls back with a wet pop and starts fucking her own face with it—fast, sloppy, no hesitation. Every thrust makes spit run down her chin onto her tits. She moans around the shaft like she can't get enough, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. When she finally pulls off again she's gasping but grinning, jerking me hard with both hands while she catches her breath. "You gonna give it to me or do I have to work for it?" she asks, thumb rubbing circles over the swollen head. Then she dives back down, deeper this time, throat stretching around me as she forces the last inch in and holds it there, swallowing like she wants every drop I'm about to give her.