I Shouldn't Post This but She Begged to Be Choked

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She's on her back, eyes closed, mouth open, as his big hairy hand grips her throat. Red marks already rising on her neck and chest. You feel your pulse quicken, your breath catch.

He's inside her now, missionary, steady rhythm. His hand stays on her breast, squeezing. Her hips move with him, slow and needy. You see every detail, the way his hair curls over his wrist, the sweat on her skin. You feel your hand moving to match his rhythm.

You're getting hard just watching them. Your strokes are slow and tight, like his thrusts. You're edging already, feeling that ache build. You won't last long like this. She's so into it, her mouth open, eyes closed in pleasure. He's not going to stop until she's satisfied. And you won't stop until you've seen it all. You need to see how long he can keep going like that, how long she can take it before she loses control completely. Press play and find out just how far they'll go together.