Ashton Blake’s floral robe barely contains her as she drops to her knees for the first rough stroke of this kitchen session. No teasing—just thick cock sliding past swollen lips while she gags, spit dripping down his shaft. Her hands grip his ass like he’s about to fuck that face raw. Hair yanked back hard enough to leave marks as he shoves deeper—her eyes water but she takes it, swallowing every inch until her nose presses against skin. The counter digs into her tits as he slams home, red lipstick smeared across his length from where she struggled to keep up. When the first load hits the back of her throat, she coughs but doesn’t pull away—not yet.