Prisca’s plump, glossed lips wrapped around the throbbing head of my dick with a wet *pop*. Her big blue eyes locked onto mine as she took me deeper, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders. "You like that, baby?" she purred, her voice husky with intent. I could only groan, my hands tangling in her hair as she worked me with expert suction.

Her tits—massive, pillowy mounds spilling from her lace bra—pressed against my thighs. I could feel her hard nipples through the fabric, begging for attention. But Prisca was focused, her tongue swirling around my shaft, tracing every vein before diving back down. She took me deep, her throat opening up in a smooth glide until my balls tapped her chin. The sound was obscene—a wet, guttural gag followed by a satisfied hum that vibrated through my entire length.

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip. "Gonna make you bust all over this pretty face," she whispered, her fingers stroking my base. Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently as she went back in, this time faster, sloppier. Spit dripped down her chin onto her cleavage, making her skin glisten.

I could feel the pressure building, my hips bucking involuntarily. Prisca sensed it, slowing to tease the sensitive spot just below the head with the tip of her tongue. "Not yet," she cooed, before deep-throating me again, her nose buried in my pubes. The sight of her—makeup smudged, eyes watering, totally consumed—was gonna make me