She freezes mid-sentence when the mic isn’t just for talking. Those glasses hide nothing as lips wrap tight around thick cock, gagging hard before she even knows what’s happening. No script here—just raw, hungry mouthwork that leaves him groaning before she stands up. Ass in the air next, no hesitation. The couch cushions muffle her moans as he slams home without warning. Her nails dig into fabric while his hands grip those hips like he’ll never let go. Not even close to an audition anymore. Face down on the couch now, legs spread wide enough to invite it all in deeper. Cock slides in slow then fast, each thrust hitting that sweet spot until her breath comes out in desperate pants.
