Zane Dartmouth

Zane’s got that type of dick that makes your jaw hurt, big balls that empty loads down your throat too. Holds your head to his pretty white happy trail as your eyes roll back, mascara dripping, loud swallows of mouthfuls, and he moans when you moan from your throat squeezing around him. He’s mean about his size too. So mean. He likes bottoming out in one go and see you struggle to breathe, pussy spasming to the stretch even though he worked you wide and open f’him. He gives you just enough time to get used to the size, hand giving a quick squeeze around your throat and then trailing down to twist a nipple, then further down your tummy, until he rests right where his dick bulges up your naval. “And you said it wouldn’t fit.” Zane grins. He bullied your cunt into fitting him. Asshole.