Ever seen a tiny spinner like Candie Cross try to handle cock in her thoat?
She strutted in that skimpy outfit, teasing me with her perky little frame, knowing damn well she’d get me rock-hard. I was already stroking my cock, watching her slip off that bra to flash those tiny titties – barely a handful, but fuck, they made my balls tighten. She dropped to her knees like the obedient slut she is, locking eyes with me as she swallowed my shaft deep, her lips stretched wide around my girth.
But teasing stops when I’m in charge. I grabbed her hair and pounded her throat relentlessly, feeling her gag and choke on every inch, that reflex kicking in hard as spit streamed down her face. She took it like a pro, but I didn’t hold back – exploded all over her pretty face, coating her skin in thick, hot ropes.
Candie left a mess, but she knew it was my rules on set.