Graycee Baybee Gapes Like A Pro In First Tushy Performance

Graycee Baybee holds herself open for Christian Clay, every slow breath letting the air cool the wet he left behind. He watches the muscle flutter, then presses his tongue there again, tasting himself on her skin. She tastes him too when she takes him in her mouth, hips rocking back so the next lick lands deeper. His fingers slide through the slick and push inside while her tongue strokes under the head. She comes off him gasping, strings of spit still hanging, then sinks straight back down without wiping her chin. When he moves up the bed she meets him halfway, straddling his face so her clit drags over his mouth while she works her lips around him again. Each time he pulls her hips lower she opens a little wider, then sucks harder to keep the rhythm. He grips the base of his cock and feeds it back between her lips, wet from her own ass, and she swallows him without hesitation, eyes glassy but steady. The bed creaks under the shift of weight. She lifts just enough for air, strings of saliva connecting her lower lip to him, then drops again like she missed the weight on her tongue.