Quickie with Kylie Worthy

Kylie's on her knees, tits out, those fake blonde curls swinging while she tries to slide this old creep's cock past her lips. She thinks she's got this wrapped in thirty seconds flat. Spoiler: he's not giving it up so quick. Every time her sloppy mouth hits the base he just laughs and holds her there, thick head bumping the back of her throat until she's choking on spit. She squirms and bobs, eyes watering like she'll bat her lashes and win, but his hand stays locked on the back of her skull. She whines, pulls off to breathe, and a thick rope of drool snaps from her lower lip to his slick cock. He shoves her back down and starts fucking her face in short, sharp thrusts. Mascara runs down her cheek. Saliva pours over his balls, splatters the floor. She swallows on instinct, throat milking him, but he just pulls out, smacks that shiny head across her tongue and tells her she's got a long way to go before he's even thinking about finishing. Kylie looks up, glossy and defiant, mouth open like she still believes she can make him nut whenever she feels like it. He smiles, pats her wet cheek with his dick, and pushes back inside.