Cum in mouth marks 35 Deeper scenes, all from 2024 on, such as "Waking The Dead", "Daydream" and "Amenity". Parker Ambrose leads with nine, ahead of Dante Colle (6) and Dan Damage (4), with W.C. Walker directing 20 and Jay Rogue six. 2025 is the biggest year for it, at 20+ scenes.
Two amateur witches pin their boyfriend to the bed, mouths already open, already hungry. One slides down and takes him deep, lips stretched, throat working, eyes locked on his. The other watches, licks her lips, then leans in close so they can share the length. He feels their tongues sliding over each other, wet and filthy, trading spit and heat. They switch without a word, one sucking hard while the other keeps him slick with her hand. He groans, hips bucking, and they laugh low and sharp like they planned this all along. They move into position without asking, one swinging a leg over his face, the other staying at his cock. She lowers herself until his tongue finds her, and she grinds down, slow and mean. The other keeps sucking, hollowing her cheeks, taking him to the back of her throat, then deeper. Spit runs down her chin, drips onto his stomach. She moans around him when the girl on his face starts to shake. He comes hard, sudden, pulsing into her mouth, and she doesn’t pull away. She keeps him there until every drop is hers, then pulls off and leans over to kiss the other witch. They pass it between them, tongues sliding, swapping the taste, letting it spill a little at the corner of their mouths. He watches, still hard, still caught, and they smile like they’re nowhere near done.
Two amateur witches pin their boyfriend to the bed, mouths already open, already hungry. One slides down and takes him deep, lips stretched, throat working, eyes locked on his. The other watches, licks her lips, then leans in close so they can share the length. He feels their tongues sliding over each other, wet and filthy, trading spit and heat. They switch without a word, one sucking hard while the other keeps him slick with her hand. He groans, hips bucking, and they laugh low and sharp like they planned this all along. They move into position without asking, one swinging a leg over his face, the other staying at his cock. She lowers herself until his tongue finds her, and she grinds down, slow and mean. The other keeps sucking, hollowing her cheeks, taking him to the back of her throat, then deeper. Spit runs down her chin, drips onto his stomach. She moans around him when the girl on his face starts to shake. He comes hard, sudden, pulsing into her mouth, and she doesn’t pull away. She keeps him there until every drop is hers, then pulls off and leans over to kiss the other witch. They pass it between them, tongues sliding, swapping the taste, letting it spill a little at the corner of their mouths. He watches, still hard, still caught, and they smile like they’re nowhere near done.
