She Chokes on My Inked Arms While I Hold Her Head

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her hands grip his tattooed arms, her fingers tracing the ink as she takes him deep. Slowly, so slowly, she moves her mouth up and down, her lips stretching around his cock. Her eyes are closed, her face a picture of concentration and pleasure.

Her body trembles slightly as he pulls her hair, guiding her deeper. Saliva drips from her lips, pooling on his skin. Her breasts press against his thighs, her nipples hard beneath the black bra. She moans softly, the sound vibrating through your body. Your hand instinctively reaches down, your fingers wrapping around your hardness. You stroke slowly, matching her rhythm.

Your breath catches as she gags slightly, her eyes flying open. He holds her in place, his grip tightening in her hair. Her body shudders, her mouth working him faster now. Your pulse quickens, your strokes growing more urgent. How long will you last? She's not going to let up, not until she's taken every inch of him. And when she does... well, that's for you to find out.