- Will you suck or not ?! - blonde annoyedly presses the head of a red-headed slave into the groin of a client. - How to eat, so she first runs. Look, your ass has grown! And who will work?

A sharp manicure of a blond Nasty deeply pierces a reddish shock of hair, scratches thin skin. The hostess - according to the tradition of the blonde - is scratching the skull with her nails, winding her hair over her fingers. Finally, having gained complete control over Ksyusha’s head, the hostess sends a sponge, pushed into a tube, with powerful jolts twenty centimeters of reared flesh.

- Swallow, scum! How were you taught? So, - Nastya stretches the red head to the end, until the freckled nose rests against the graying overgrowth of the client.

Ksyusha freezes like a fish that swallows minnow. “Breathe only with the nose,” she sets herself up. Head off with a member. A gentle plum, crowning a solid trunk, reluctantly climbs out of the narrow opening of the throat. The next moment, the head of the penis rushes in again, piercing the membrane in order to pierce the way down the throat. Ksyusha has two areas of penetration: the first is given easily and gently, hospitably sucking the subject of adoration, the second is hard and unapproachable, uncompromising, instinctively rejecting any oral caress. It is there - in the second slot - and they hammer it.

By order of the hostess, Ksyusha lies on her back, throws her head back, dangling herself from the bed, giving her mouth and throat to be torn apart. Covers the eyelids to relax. Copper curly gold hair falls to the floor by a waterfall. A two-meter hog weighing one and a half centners of the dome of the belly collapses from above, sits on her face. All twenty centimeters, charged with an iron erection, are stuck in the narrow slit of the throat again. A push, an awkward glide, and now the client’s cold sticky eggs spread on her cheeks. Thin leather bag, sweaty, hairy, flutters on the nose, eyes, tickles nostrils. He has nowhere to go, you can only tolerate and wait. Wait until the client has played enough with her throat, get tired and move on to the next program number. The client does not think to stop. The hostess's hand finds the scrotum on Ksyusha’s face, sharp scarlet nails are pulling at the lips, pushing elastic fleshy balls one by one into the mouth, tucking them behind their cheeks, stuffing the entire sweet-salty hairy bag under the upper teeth.

The client groans, if deaf roar and grunting can be called moans.

"So pleased," - flashes the thought in the inverted red head. Ksyusha is breathing heavily with her nose - this is the only thing that worries her. "Do not lose control of the breath," she repeats herself time after time. A member deeply stuck in the throat makes short rhythmic pushes. She still fucked in the throat. She was afraid of this and wanted, wanted to get rid of the fear of imminent pain. Feelings are not pleasant, but she gets used to it. She learned to be forgotten at work, to think about pleasant things. Like now. Images of favorite desserts pop up in my head. She always thinks about sweet when she gives a blowjob, represents that the penis is a huge sweet candy that can be sucked to the ground. The sweeteners that she puts under her tongue are her little know-how, a secret she doesn't share with anyone. After all, it is not for nothing that they call it Teat She's young and already so sophisticated in terms of blowjob. Juicy mouth-watering forms will surprise no one. Club members are happy to share their impressions of the meeting with Soska.

"Better in the mouth than in the anus," - she decided for herself, choosing a specialization.

- I love in the mouth, - she voiced wishes on the forum.

“Cum in my mouth,” she repeated over and over during the meetings.

- You are my sweetie. Will you leave me some milk for breakfast? - flirted with the client.

And I finished the game. So deep and aggressive in her mouth have not yet been fucked. Why she only agreed. The client is completely brutalized - pulling it in the throat, like in a normal broken hole. She was not used to such treatment. She moans sorrowfully, appealing for mercy.

Nastya, who plays Mistress, slaps the client on the hairy bottom with an object like a fly swatter.The one, like a stallion flooded with might, rushes into a gallop, beats the saliva in the mouth into a lather. His iron-loaded member in a condom flies into the cracked gap at an incredible speed.

“This is the end,” Ksyusha whispers to herself. The eyes involuntarily open wide, the glass shabby look contemplates the hairy buttocks which are churned with fat, flickering chaotically above it, piercing the chest in one fold.

A stick inserted into the throat shudders the whole length, straining into a steel spring, relaxing. Retired for rhythmic shots, followed by characteristic shocks and the same convulsive moans of the client. Deep in the throat, at the level of the clavicle, Ksyusha feels full, impatient pressure, hot fluid is pumped through the steel member. Eggs behind the cheeks freed from sperm, pumping everything into a deep throat.

“So you lost your virginity, Papy,” the blonde purrs, bending over to Xenia’s ear. “You thought sucking was that easy?”

Ksyusha cannot answer, only mumbles.

"Perhaps I made a mistake with the choice of specialization," - sad thought flashes.