Throatfuck Bitch: Exclusive & Best Hardcore Positions

So this throatfuck bitch thing happened last weekend and I still can’t stop thinking about it. We’d been texting for weeks, that slow burn kind of tension, and when she finally showed up at my place she was already in this tiny black dress, stockings, heels—and that lace mask she’d teased me with in photos. She pushed me onto the couch and just knelt down, no words, and the way she looked up at me through the mask while I held her hair… god, it was messy and raw and she kept moaning these little muffled sounds that vibrated through me. She pulled back just long enough to whisper something filthy about being my slut, then went right back to it, sloppy and eager, and I couldn’t help but talk back to her, telling her how good she was. At some point I slid my hand under her dress, found her soaked through the stockings, and she arched into it while still going down on me. Everything blurred—the upskirt angle, the dirty names, the way she’d gasp and then swallow hard. When I finally came, she didn’t pull away, just stayed there with her cheek against my thigh, breathing hard and grinning under that mask. We didn’t say much after; I just pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue, and we laughed like idiots, still half-dressed and tangled on the floor.