[ even with the leash and both of tony's hands at the back of her head there's nothing really keeping laura in place if she wanted to pull back, but even that holds its own appeal. he holds her head down, cock thrust far enough into her throat that she can't breathe around him, and there's nothing stopping her from pulling away enough to gasp for air except for the fact that she really doesn't want to.
by the time he starts fucking into her mouth, laura drops her hands from his hips. her hands settle on her legs out of the way, and she isn't choking on his thrusts exactly, but when her eyes blink back open again they're certainly watering more than when she closed them. she doesn't care about that now though, if anything it just encourages her to bob her head forward harder, with muffled groans that cut out the more her throat flexes, struggling to catch her breath. ]
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by the time he starts fucking into her mouth, laura drops her hands from his hips. her hands settle on her legs out of the way, and she isn't choking on his thrusts exactly, but when her eyes blink back open again they're certainly watering more than when she closed them. she doesn't care about that now though, if anything it just encourages her to bob her head forward harder, with muffled groans that cut out the more her throat flexes, struggling to catch her breath. ]