Cheater Gets Worlds Meanest Blow Job

She found out. Now he's bound, wrists lashed, mouth taped, cock sticking straight up like it doesn't know the trouble it's in. She crawls onto the bed, eyes locked on him, nothing soft left in her face. Her black hair hangs down as she wraps her hand around the thick shaft, gives it one slow pump, watches the veins pulse. Circumcised head already wet at the tip. She doesn't warn him. Just opens her mouth and takes him deep, no warm-up, no mercy. Her throat closes around every inch, tight and hot, until her nose presses into his skin. She holds, swallows, pulls off only to slam back down harder. He jerks against the ropes, muffled sounds leaking past the tape. She doesn't slow down. She fucks him with her mouth like she's trying to break him open, spit running down her chin, her hand squeezing the base each time she bottoms out. Every thrust of her head is punishment. Every gag is a reminder. He wanted to cheat, now he's going to pay for it down her throat until he forgets anyone else's name.