Watch Every Vein Glide Down Her Gagging Throat and Dripping Pussy
The second the hotel door clicks shut, Kelsey Kane presses her bubble-gum-pink nails to my belt.
“Strip,” she whispers, baby-blue eyes already glazed with spit-shine anticipation. “I need that thick cock massage you promised.”
I shuck my jeans, cock springing free—eight fat inches, veins pulsing like they’re mapped for her. Kelsey sinks to her knees, glossy lips parting. She doesn’t tease; she devours. The swollen crown pops past her tongue, and her throat opens with a wet, greedy gulp. I watch the bulge travel south, her airway caving to the girthy invasion.
“Fuck, that’s it—massage every inch,” I growl, palming the back of her golden head. She hums, vibrations rippling down my shaft, mascara already running in inky rivulets. Salty strings bridge her lips to my balls when she pulls back, gasping, then slams forward again. The camera on the nightstand captures the obscene stretch: her once-tiny mouth molded into a slick O around my thick cock massage.
My balls tighten, but I’m not done coating just her throat. I yank her up, spin her toward the full-length mirror, and peel the damp thong from her peach-perfect ass. Kelsey moans at the reflection, watching me notch that same rigid pole between her slick petals. No condom, no hesitation—just raw, glossy penetration.
Her cunt swallows me in one syrupy glide. I bottom out, pelvis kissing ass, and she whimpers, walls fluttering around the girth. “Feel that?” I grunt. “That’s a thick cock massage from the inside, baby.”
I set a steady, cinematic rhythm—slow enough for the lens to catch every vein dragging along her velvet, fast enough to slap wet music through the room. My thumb circles her puckered asshole; she bucks, squirting a quick jet of arousal down her thighs. The mirror fogs with our panting, the scent of ripe pussy and pre-cum hanging thick as steam.
Kelsey begs for more, voice shattered. I flip her onto the chaise lounge, ankles over shoulders, and drive deep. The new angle makes her eyes roll, tits jiggling in perfect HD slow-mo. I piston, grunting, each thrust a velvet punch against her g-spot. Her juices sheet down my shaft, pooling on the leather—proof of the relentless thick cock massage she’s taking.
She claws my abs. “Cum inside—paint me, please.”
I lose it. With a final, balls-deep slam, I erupt, hot ropes flooding her spasming core. The camera zooms on the creamy overflow as I pull out, semen dripping in pearlescent strands over her twitching clit. Kelsey dips two fingers, feeds herself the mingled cocktail, and gives the lens a satisfied, fucked-silly grin.
Breath ragged, she purrs, “Next time I want that thick cock massage in my ass… think you can handle that?”
I’m already hard again.
