Soft Temptation: porn deep throat

Golden afternoon light pours through gauzy curtains in porn deep throat. She stands naked in the center of the room, whispering “porn deep throat” like a prayer while her fingertips ghost over collarbones, down the slope of full breasts, pausing to roll each nipple until they ache. “porn deep throat… please watch porn deep throat,” she breathes, voice trembling. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks onto the velvet chaise, thighs falling open. The camera catches every detail as two fingers part slick, swollen lips and slide deep inside the heat of porn deep throat. She moans the word again—“porn deep throat”—louder with every thrust, hips lifting to meet her own hand. Her free hand kneads a breast, pinches, twists, while “porn deep throat, porn deep throat, porn deep throat” becomes a desperate chant. Juices coat her fingers, drip onto velvet. She adds a third finger, stretching herself for porn deep throat, crying “More porn deep throat, harder porn deep throat!” until her back arches violently and she squirts in long, pulsing arcs, screaming “porn deep throat” into the sunlit room. Aftershocks ripple; she keeps lazily circling her clit, murmuring “porn deep throat” like an endless promise as the final drops fall.