"Haaa, Venice... ahh, how did you get... ahh, so good at this," Kevin moaned, his voice laced with pleasure as he watched Venice's talented mouth at work.
Venice's mouth worked its magic without hesitation, her throat accommodating him effortlessly. Her expression was one of pure bliss, unfazed by the droplets of saliva trickling down her chin and neck. She continued to pleasure him with unwavering enthusiasm.
'God, my throat... it's like... a pussy.' Venice wondered to herself, the sensations overwhelming her as she continued to engulf Kevin's penis. It was a sensation she hadn't experienced before, her throat making her feel as if she were in control, unlike when Kevin penetrated her. This time, she was the one determining the pace and intensity of their encounter.
