Cock buried in that shaved-head’s throat like she’s memorized the shape. Teeth graze skin, fingers tangled in hair—harder—she swallows every inch. Flips him over mid-throatful, straddles his waist like this is an old habit. Ass clenches down on the couch cushions while he grips her hips raw. No lube needed; just sweat-slicked slaps and muffled groans from the bedframe. Finishes with a messy cumshot across her tits—oh god—and wipes it off slow like she owns the place.
