Hotlia's cock glistens with Yakipakitaki's saliva as she bobs her head, her masked face a picture of concentration. She takes him deep, her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate his girth. His hands tangle in her hair, guiding her as she brings him closer to the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he spills his load into her waiting mouth. She swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his, before licking her lips clean, a satisfied smile playing on them.