Kylie Rocket Got That Good

Kylie knows the fastest way to flip a bad mood. I was ready to blow my top, but the second she got my cock between her lips, mad switched to weak knees in under ten seconds flat. She slurped deep, cheeks hollowing every time she sucked on the way up, tongue flicking that underside spot that makes me see double. Spit glistens on the shaft and her lips are already puffy, stretched tight around the thickness. She pulls back just far enough to catch a breath, looks straight up with eyes all glassy and mischievous, then sinks down again until I hit the soft heat at the back of her throat. The little gag sound she makes around my dick goes straight to my balls. One hand's busy stroking what her mouth can't handle, the other cups my sack, gentle squeezes timing with every bob of her head. I can feel her groaning, vibrations buzzing right through me. She's got the exact rhythm that turns the apartment noise into nothing but wet skin, sharp inhales, and the low, thick sound of someone who doesn't plan to stop till there's a load hitting the back of her mouth. Cocky little smile flashes for a second when my hand lands on the top of her head, guiding the pace. Game over. Heartbeat and breathing gone all jagged, hips twitching of their own accord. She's clearly in charge now, giving it her all, and loving every inch of it.