Paint that throat white

"MmhHMph!" Wendy was muffled, with the trucker's hard cock inside her mouth as the driver thrust his hips forward. He put his hand on the back of her head, grabbing on Wendy's hair, and slammed her down. "GLARKGH! GLUKH, GLUKH!" The big-titted slut's lips slid down all the way to the base of his dick, and he could feel them on his balls, drooling hot saliva.

Wendy couldn't breathe with his dirty, unwashed cock lodged so far down her throat. She started struggling, trying to pull her head back out, but his hand prevented her from doing so. The grinning driver looked at the naked woman between his feet, **** on his member, and he felt his balls starting to churn. He wouldn't be lasting much longer.

Down below, Wendy heard her tormentor moaning. She was starting to **** and tear up. "Oh yeah!" he shouted. Wendy Fiore's eyes filled with panic and she tried wriggling her way out, feeling his sweaty balls dangle against her lips. "Buckle down, babe!"

He held her head down when he came, pumping Wendy's mouth full of his cum. He could hear her loudly gurgle and ****, as he slowly guided her head back up, relishing the feeling of her full lips on his length, and the sexy way her cheeks were hollowing out. He left her head to linger on the head of his dick, sucking on it and looking like she was kissing the tip before letting her out with a loud 'POP'. Wendy looked ruined. Her mascara was smeared, running in black trickles across her cheeks, and her purple lipstick was smudged all over her face and that hick's unwashed cock. She was breathing heavily, **** on his cum, making her already massive, bared tits look even bigger as she was shaking.

"Man, that sure was a champion blowjob, Wanda!" the driver laughed. He gave one of her melons another grope before pointing to the back. "Clothes are over there. You earned them, girlie!"