Black-Haired Goddess Chokes on a Rock-Hard Cock

Kneeling on a plush rug, black hair tumbling over slender shoulders. She takes him in slow, deliberate pulls—tongue swirling the underside, lips sealing tight around the head. Then deeper. Not a trickle of hesitation. Throat flutters as she swallows, eyes watering but never breaking contact. Hands grip his hips, nails digging in as she hollows her cheeks, each thrust met with a muffled choke. Spit glistens on her chin. She pulls back just to gasp, then dives back down, relentless. His balls tighten against her chin—she knows exactly when to slow down, when to speed up, how to make every second count.