Kasey Kroft dropped to her knees like she owned the moment. She grabbed my cock with both hands, spitting on it loud and wet before she wrapped her lips around the head and sank down fast. Her throat opened up quick, swallowing me to the base in one smooth push. She stayed there, nose pressed to my stomach, working her tongue against my balls while spit ran down my shaft and dripped onto the floor.
She pulled back only when she had to breathe, thick strings of spit stretching from her lips to my cock. Then she dove right back in, faster this time, sloppy and loud. Every thrust made that wet gluck-gluck sound fill the room. Her mascara started running in black streaks down her cheeks, but she didn't stop—just kept taking it deeper, gagging herself on purpose like she wanted to ruin her own makeup.
Her hands stayed busy too. One gripped the base and jerked whatever her mouth couldn't cover. The other slipped lower, cupping my balls, rolling them gentle while she worked the head with tight suction and quick tongue flicks. She looked up at me through watery eyes, and I could see the cocky little grin even with her mouth full—she knew exactly how filthy she looked and she loved it.
I grabbed her hair, twisted it in my fist, and started fucking her face. She moaned around my cock like she wanted more. Spit flew everywhere—down her chin, onto her tits, soaking the front of her shirt until it clung to her skin. Her knees shifted on the hardwood, but she didn't pull away. She just braced herself and took every thrust, throat relaxing around me each time I buried myself to the hilt.
When I pulled out she gasped, coughing once, then licked her lips and grinned up at me like she'd won something. Her voice came out hoarse: "That all you got?" Then she opened wide again, tongue out, ready for round two.
Kasey Kroft dropped to her knees like she owned the moment. She grabbed my cock with both hands, spitting on it loud and wet before she wrapped her lips around the head and sank down fast. Her throat opened up quick, swallowing me to the base in one smooth push. She stayed there, nose pressed to my stomach, working her tongue against my balls while spit ran down my shaft and dripped onto the floor.
She pulled back only when she had to breathe, thick strings of spit stretching from her lips to my cock. Then she dove right back in, faster this time, sloppy and loud. Every thrust made that wet gluck-gluck sound fill the room. Her mascara started running in black streaks down her cheeks, but she didn't stop—just kept taking it deeper, gagging herself on purpose like she wanted to ruin her own makeup.
Her hands stayed busy too. One gripped the base and jerked whatever her mouth couldn't cover. The other slipped lower, cupping my balls, rolling them gentle while she worked the head with tight suction and quick tongue flicks. She looked up at me through watery eyes, and I could see the cocky little grin even with her mouth full—she knew exactly how filthy she looked and she loved it.
I grabbed her hair, twisted it in my fist, and started fucking her face. She moaned around my cock like she wanted more. Spit flew everywhere—down her chin, onto her tits, soaking the front of her shirt until it clung to her skin. Her knees shifted on the hardwood, but she didn't pull away. She just braced herself and took every thrust, throat relaxing around me each time I buried myself to the hilt.
When I pulled out she gasped, coughing once, then licked her lips and grinned up at me like she'd won something. Her voice came out hoarse: "That all you got?" Then she opened wide again, tongue out, ready for round two.
