Fountain of Beauty

Connie gets off on cock like nobody else and treats every dick like a gift-wrapped blast valve, her own twisted way of calling it a fountain she loves to crank wide open. Right now she wants Bruno’s running at full pressure and pouring. She’ll start with the basics too: fingers buried in her cunt, buzzing toys against her clit, getting herself soaking and half-feral before a single inch of his hits the back of her throat. Headboard’s already slick from the lube that dripped from the tip. Plug clicked up to the higher gear, Connie’s breathing turns nasty fast. By the time she wraps her lips around Bruno, she’s soaked in that high-gloss, I’m-about-to-make-an-absolute-epic-mess way, each bob designed to yank an overload through that shaft until everything in the room smells like gush and post-orgasm thunder.