Torekeny
Rocco's Golden Gapes, Scene #13
Aka Betty grabs my cock with both hands like she found something she wants to break and put back together. She spits on it twice, real messy, and works the shaft in long, slow strokes while her tongue circles the head. The sound's filthy. Every time her fist slides down she gets more spit on my balls and doesn't stop to apologize for it. She's smiling with her eyes, cocky, like this is her idea and she's winning. She takes the head in her mouth, cheeks caving in, and pushes farther until her lips meet her own grip, throat opening like she's used to this. She pulls back slow, strings of spit stretching from her bottom lip, then dives in again, harder, sloppier, moaning around it like she gets off on the taste of cock and disrespect. She jacks me with both fists now, twisting opposite ways, mouth working the top like she's trying to prove a point. Spit runs down her chin, hits her tits, and she doesn't wipe it. She just keeps going, faster, wetter, like the mess turns her on. When she looks up her mascara's already starting to run and she knows it. Knows I can see it. Knows she's the one doing it. She pulls off just long enough to say "fuck my throat" and goes right back down like she wants to be told twice. Her hands never stop moving. She spits again, drools openly, takes me deeper every time like she's trying to outdo herself. The noise is obscene, wet, constant. She gags once, doesn't flinch, just swallows around it and keeps fucking going, hungry and mean and proud of how nasty she can be.
Aka Betty grabs my cock with both hands like she found something she wants to break and put back together. She spits on it twice, real messy, and works the shaft in long, slow strokes while her tongue circles the head. The sound's filthy. Every time her fist slides down she gets more spit on my balls and doesn't stop to apologize for it. She's smiling with her eyes, cocky, like this is her idea and she's winning. She takes the head in her mouth, cheeks caving in, and pushes farther until her lips meet her own grip, throat opening like she's used to this. She pulls back slow, strings of spit stretching from her bottom lip, then dives in again, harder, sloppier, moaning around it like she gets off on the taste of cock and disrespect. She jacks me with both fists now, twisting opposite ways, mouth working the top like she's trying to prove a point. Spit runs down her chin, hits her tits, and she doesn't wipe it. She just keeps going, faster, wetter, like the mess turns her on. When she looks up her mascara's already starting to run and she knows it. Knows I can see it. Knows she's the one doing it. She pulls off just long enough to say "fuck my throat" and goes right back down like she wants to be told twice. Her hands never stop moving. She spits again, drools openly, takes me deeper every time like she's trying to outdo herself. The noise is obscene, wet, constant. She gags once, doesn't flinch, just swallows around it and keeps fucking going, hungry and mean and proud of how nasty she can be.