I held Carrie there, buried to the hilt. She gagged violently, thick saliva dripping messily down my balls and onto the couch. Her hands started slapping weakly against my thighs as her face turned bright red, eyes watering.
I moaned deeply at the tight, fluttering sensation around my cock, then finally released her.
Carrie pulled off gasping and coughing, strings of spit hanging from her chin.
Luna kept filming with one hand while her other hand moved between her own legs, playing with her wet cunt.
"Oh yeah… that was good, Carrie," Luna said, voice dripping with arousal. "Keep doing it."
Carrie kept sucking obediently, her head bobbing as she tried to recover while still pleasuring me.
"Jeez… don't show this video to anyone else," she gasped between sucks, voice hoarse.
Luna didn't even blink. "Don't worry about that. Keep gagging on that dick."
