She’s wearing nothing but a smirk and those dangling earrings when she straddles that couch, one leg hooked over the armrest like she owns the place. The red satin blanket pools around her waist as she leans back just enough to flash swollen lips before wrapping them around a cock too big for comfort. No warning, no buildup—just greedy suction and a hand creeping between her own thighs. The first deepthroat gaggers her good, but she recovers fast, eyes watering as spit drips down his shaft. One hand stays buried in his lap while the other teases at herself, thumb catching glistening folds before slipping inside.
