Half-naked on white sheets, ink crawling up her arms like a second skin. She starts slow—licking lips while he gags on her tongue—but then flips him under, riding his mouth like she owns it. Tits bouncing free as she grinds down harder, fingers tangled in his hair so tight he gasps between sloppy wet sounds. No warning when she switches to hands-and-knees over him; ass hovering just out of reach before slamming back onto that cock again. The bedframe groans every time she takes it deep—no lube needed when they’re this slippery already—and the way she whimpers into the pillow? Like someone’s watching (and damn right they are).
