Candy Martinez

Candy Martinez tastes like trouble you lick straight off the floor. She’s twenty-two, new to porn, and already takes a cock down her throat like it’s always been there. Once he’s slick and balls-deep, the spit goes everywhere—clinging to her hair, stretching from her chin, streaming between his thighs like she sprung a leak. She can gag and cough up a lunch from three days ago and still keeps her mouth wide so he can keep pounding. No mercy until he paints her from the inside out, sticky reward sliding down the same throat she just wrecked for him.