Peeking through the half-open studio door, you see her pencil still in hand but forgotten. Thick lips wrapped tight around swollen cock, cheeks hollowed like she’s drawing every inch into her throat. Comic book dialogue bubbles pop up mid-suck: ‘Why was she making so much trouble… it’s so easy to take something down your throat’ — then the gagging starts. Her hands roam lower while he twists that little nub between thumb and forefinger. She moans around him, voice muffled but desperate: ‘It felt warm and velvety… made it bigger and harder.’ Then those eyes lock onto yours through the gap in the door—didn’t expect to see this? Too late now.
