Zeina Heart

Zeina Heart's accent is straight porn candy when she drags out that word 'Throated'. Those tongue-wrapped r's send a tingle right through me. I'd loop that sound all day if the gaggling hadn’t already started. That girl’s eyes flip back when a cock roots in her throat—no blinking, no hesitation, pure ancient chihuahua blinkies turned slut fuel. Not many birds get wet off Adam’s apple impact alone, but Zeina’s apparently packing an esophagus G-spot. The stud pounds her face till spit rivers run down her chin; then she grabs his shaft like it owes her rent money and starts fucking her own neck. Slurps so desperate and lewd, you half expect medical equipment to arrive. She jerks forward once more, harder, and creamswapping locks in half a second later: thick ropes of café con leche get blasted straight down the hatch. Zeina’s a quiet killer, alright. Full of surprises once that doorbell’s broken in.