Silky Stockings and a Throat-Fucked Wife

Fingers digging into his hips, the dark-haired wife takes his cock straight to the back of her throat with a hungry gulp. Her throat flexes around him as she struggles to swallow, cheeks hollowing with each desperate bob of her head. Stockings creak against the sheets while her free hand grips the bedspread, knuckles white as she forces herself to take more—until her lips seal tight around the base and her nose presses flush against his skin. His hips jerk forward, driving deeper, and she gags but doesn’t pull back, drool trailing down her chin. The bedsprings sing as her body tenses, her spine arching—then she pulls off with a wet pop, tongue flicking over the tip before diving back down for another round.