Peeking through the crack in the door, you see her kneeling between his legs—blonde hair draped over his thighs as she gulps him deep. No warning, no hesitation. The couch cushions are already damp from where he fucked her mouth first. She pulls back just enough to gasp for air before shoving him right back down her throat again, eyes watering but never letting go. The angle changes—now you’re seeing it face-on as she rides his lap backward, grinding that tight ass into his groin while he grips her hips and slams up into her wet mouth. Saliva drips down her chin but she doesn’t wipe it away. Just keeps taking it until he’s gagging her with every thrust.
