Gabriella Banks

Gabriella Banks. Her chest is huge, nipples thick. The camera cuts tight and stays there. A pair of hungry mouths close over each breast and pull, but the flesh won't disappear past the teeth. They suck harder. Still too much left over. She laughs once, low in her throat, then the laugh cracks when fingers dig into the meat and yank. A loud pop as one mouth loses grip. Saliva slides down the slope. They switch sides, try again. Her tits shake from the force, wet, marked red. Then the angle drops lower. She bends forward, legs spread, and the piston starts. Slow at first, deep strokes that bottom out and back out shiny. Every thrust pushes her tits forward again into the waiting mouths. The rhythm speeds. She stays braced, breathing through it, tits swinging now, swinging hard. The suction never lets up. Neither does the machine. It slams home again and again, and every impact sends a fresh shiver through the heavy flesh still half-trapped between teeth and tongue.