Black lace panties torn aside mid-sentence. Stocking-clad thighs part for a cock that doesn’t wait. No slow buildup—just her mouth opening around him like she’s been waiting years, teeth scraping over the head while he grips her hair too hard. Ass still pressed into the bedframe from earlier when he finally shoves in. Throat muscles clenching even as cum starts shooting down her throat, some splashing onto her tits before she swallows hard enough to make his hips jerk. She wipes mascara-streaked cheeks with the back of her hand but keeps going until it’s all out. Panting, lips swollen redder than the stockings still halfway around her ankles.
