She starts in red lace—barely enough to call it clothing—but those straps and that flimsy fabric don’t stand a chance. The second he’s free, the whole thing’s yanked off like she can’t wait another second to feel his skin against hers. No teasing, no buildup—just raw hunger. Knees hit the mattress first. Lips seal around him before he even has time to adjust, gagging hard as she fights for air while his hands tangle in her hair. Throat opens wide when he hits the back of it, saliva dripping down her chin as she gags out wet slurping sounds. He fucks that pretty mouth like it’s made for him—and damn if it isn’t.
