Tan lines creeping up toned thighs, one knee pressed into the mattress as she leans in too close. Wet lips already stretched around thick veins before the dick even hits the back of her throat. Ink crawling up forearms guides every sloppy stroke—fingers tangled in hair while she fights for air between gulps. No teasing. No buildup. Just a sudden grip on hips yanking her closer as cum floods down without permission, chin slick with proof she took it all like a champ. Ass wiggling against the sheets mid-swallow, nails digging into bare skin when fingers tangle in that wild mane again.
