Caught mid-swallow—glasses slipping down her sweaty face as she hollows cheeks around a cock buried deep. Tongue hooked under, lips stretched obscenely, fingers already working between her own thighs before he even reacts. Bedroom light low, but the moans give it away: she knows. No warning, no hesitation—just that first sloppy gulp like she’s been waiting for someone to peek through the crack in the door.
