Deep Throat This #04

This gorgeous girl beamed with joy on her knees, lips wrapped tight around Peter's cock. She teared up, but it was pure bliss, cheeks flushed gold under the hallway light. That skin of hers looked built for this, silky and warm against every vein. She moaned around his swollen head like she'd finally come home. Then her own hand slid down, rubbing slow circles over her pussy until she was dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. Peter felt every sticky drip and suddenly all he could picture was burying himself inside her. But she kept sucking like a champ, eyes glassy, jaw working hard, and with a sharp groan he lost it—thick ropes of cum painting her tongue while she swallowed every last spurt with a happy little hum.