...then she flips him onto his back and straddles his face before he can even catch his breath. Thick thighs clamp around his head as she grinds down, tongue flicking at something secret between her legs while he gags on it. The bed frame rattles when she finally lets go and collapses beside him, panting—only to grab his wrist and shove him onto all fours seconds later. No lube, no warning; just raw hunger.
