Strip Club Domme 11 - Gianna Grey

Glenn steps into the Mean Bitch Strip Club and his knees buckle the second he spots Gianna Grey. Tall, dark hair, tits that fill her tiny top like they’re trying to bust out. She clocks him staring and doesn’t miss a beat—straddles his face, drops that ass right down until his nose disappears. He gasps, grabs her thighs, and the fight leaves him in seconds. She laughs, low and sharp, grinding her cheeks against his open mouth. "Breathe in, simp," she says, clenching just enough to make his eyes water. When she stands he’s already begging. Gianna plants a bare foot on his throat, toes pressing until his cock jerks. She rolls onto her back, drags him over her, lines his mouth up with her pussy while his dick bobs above her face. She pulls him down hard, tongue and lips fighting for space while she slides two fingers around his throat again. He tries to suck air but her thighs lock and squeeze. Sixty-nine turns savage—her throat flexing around him, his tongue buried, her hand never leaving his neck. Every time he slows she chokes him tighter, and he keeps licking like he’ll die without her taste. She’s still laughing when his hips start bucking. No mercy, no pause—just her wet cunt smothering him while his cock pulses between her lips and his head spins from the grip around his windpipe.