Suck It Up

Katt Anomia walks into that hotel room knowing the score. Elise Graves waits with a strap-on already cinched around her hips and a webcam pointed straight at the bed. Katt drops to her knees and peels the thin shorts down Elise’s thighs, freeing the thick silicone cock that bounces free. Elise watches from above, eyes dark and steady, as Katt parts her lips and sinks lower, throat stretching, eyes beginning to water. Spit glistens at the corners of Katt’s mouth and runs down her chin while she keeps pushing, choking herself deeper. Elise’s breath gets heavier; she can’t look away. Every gagging sound, every tear tracks across Katt’s cheek, feeds the heat pulsing between them. The angle is raw—grainy footage, no fancy lighting, just the close-up shake of the lens and the wet sounds of Katt working. When Elise finally snaps, her hips jerk forward; a heavy load coats Katt’s tongue and spills over her lips, catching in the low light. Katt swallows, eyes still locked on Elise, throat still working, the camera still rolling.