Kyle knew what he was going to do with Calista; she had him on the ropes, and each time he felt he could leave whenever he wanted to.
She reminded him that no one else had a body like hers, no one else could please him like she could.
She stroked his ego as she stroked his cock, there was no going wrong with her and Kyle watched like an excited kid behind the camera as he witnessed his cock disappear into her mouth.
Kyle couldn't believe it could feel this good; he thought he had experienced her best, but each time, it got better.
Kyle couldn't comprehend why, but it showed Calista was holding back each time they had sex, only to give him a new high.
"Fucking hell! This bitch is good," Kyle thought to himself, trying his best to remain composed but each bob of the head made him question how long he could hold on for.
She wasn't rough, she did it gently, but there was something about her throat that made this experience feel like a divine one.
