Vivien B
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Vivian knows exactly what she's doing when she drops to her knees. Her lips wrap around his cock like she owns it, tongue working the underside while she takes him deeper, humming low like she's enjoying her favorite treat. He fists her hair and she doesn't flinch - just smiles around the mouthful and swallows him down to the root. Her mascara's already starting to run but she keeps her eyes locked on his, filthy and proud. She pulls back slow, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his slick head, then dives right back in like she can't get enough. The wet sounds fill the room as she works him harder, one hand stroking what won't fit in her mouth while the other reaches down to cup his balls. She's making a mess and she knows it - saliva dripping down her chin, her tits, and she doesn't care. Every time he thrusts forward she takes it without hesitation, throat relaxing to let him fuck her face proper. Her free hand slips between her own legs, touching herself in time with every bob of her head, getting off on how desperate he sounds above her. When his grip tightens and his pace stutters, she pulls back just enough to let him paint her tongue, then shows him the mess before swallowing every drop like a good girl who's anything but.
Vivian knows exactly what she's doing when she drops to her knees. Her lips wrap around his cock like she owns it, tongue working the underside while she takes him deeper, humming low like she's enjoying her favorite treat. He fists her hair and she doesn't flinch - just smiles around the mouthful and swallows him down to the root. Her mascara's already starting to run but she keeps her eyes locked on his, filthy and proud. She pulls back slow, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his slick head, then dives right back in like she can't get enough. The wet sounds fill the room as she works him harder, one hand stroking what won't fit in her mouth while the other reaches down to cup his balls. She's making a mess and she knows it - saliva dripping down her chin, her tits, and she doesn't care. Every time he thrusts forward she takes it without hesitation, throat relaxing to let him fuck her face proper. Her free hand slips between her own legs, touching herself in time with every bob of her head, getting off on how desperate he sounds above her. When his grip tightens and his pace stutters, she pulls back just enough to let him paint her tongue, then shows him the mess before swallowing every drop like a good girl who's anything but.