She pretends not to notice when he lingers too long by her ankles. Black stockings, garter belt tight—then that happens. One slow lick up each calf and suddenly it’s all about how far down she can take him. Cock slides right past those lips like butter, chin grazing wood floor as she hums around it low and rough. Gets bold fast: flips him onto his back on the couch cushions while still sucking, legs straddling his waist with those heels digging into the armrest. Tits bouncing free of that leather top now—no bra under there at all—and every time he groans against her throat she leans harder until he’s gagging on air just for a second before swallowing again.
