Ashli Ames He Won't Cum On My Face

Ashli Ames saunters over with that wicked little smirk of hers. She grabs your wrist and pulls you close. "Look, he flat-out refuses to finish on my face," she says, annoyance and hunger mixing in her voice. "So I need you to step in and handle business." She drops to her knees right there, already working her top off, letting her tits bounce free. Her lips wrap around you without warning—hot, wet, determined—tongue swirling like she means to break some record. One hand strokes the base while the other reaches up, pinching her own nipple hard enough to make her moan around your cock. She pulls off for a second, spit glistening on her lips. "Don't hold back," she warns, already leaning forward again. "I want every drop right here," she taps her cheek and smiles like the challenge is already half-won. Her mouth goes right back to work, deeper this time, throat fluttering around you as she takes you down. Short, breathy gasps every time she pulls up for air before plunging again. She knows exactly what she wants and she's not letting up until she gets it.