She’s already half-naked when he flips her onto her back, knees hooked over his shoulders. Stocking-clad thighs quiver as that thick cock slides in past her lips—no teasing this time. Just a hard shove forward until her nose presses into the mat of hair. No hands on his hips. No warning. She gags once, twice, then swallows around him like she was born to do it, gagging wetly every time he bottoms out. Then—leg up, foot flat on the bedspread—as she rolls them both so she controls the depth now. Ass lifts off the mattress with each slow grind down, those black lace panties riding high enough to see where they’re connected.
