Alanah Rae

Alanah Rae made it pretty damn clear she loves feeling a cock push past her gag reflex until it bottoms out. I get it—the girl talks a mean game. I still wanted to watch her put her money where her mouth is. The camera crew expected some lingering tit worship first, but she skipped straight to it. One quick grab of those heavy boobs and she dove down, wrapping her warm mouth around shaft like she’d been starved for dick. Every inch disappeared past her plump lips until her nose was flush with his pelvis, throat working around him like a silk sleeve. He gave her a couple gentle pumps and she took every stroke balls deep without blinking, cheeks hollowed, saliva trailing down his sack in long, shiny strings. Porn scenes don’t get cleaner—or filthier—than that.