Helyo Carvalho's lips stretch wide to accommodate Marcos Goiano's colossal cock. He moans around the thick meat, his hand working the base in sync with his bobbing head. Marcos' hips buck, fucking Helyo's face with abandon. Helyo's eyes water, but he doesn't pull back, instead, he takes Marcos deeper, feeling the head hit the back of his throat. Marcos grunts, his grip tightening in Helyo's hair. Helyo can feel the pulse of Marcos' cock, the telltale sign of an impending explosion. He pulls back just in time to catch the first rope of cum on his tongue, swallowing greedily as Marcos paints his face with his hot, sticky load.