She pretends to adjust her hair but keeps her mouth wrapped tight. Tongue swirling slow at first, then desperate—like she wants him to catch her. Cocksure smirk fades when he grips her hair harder; gagging sounds muffled into the sheets. Switches positions mid-suckle, straddling his lap with that knowing look—like this was always part of the plan. Big tits bouncing as he flips her onto all fours on the bedspread. Ass up in that ‘I’ve done this before’ stance, thighs trembling when he slams home from behind. Doesn’t even bother with lube—just grunts and pulls back just enough to tease before burying himself again.
