Lips stretch wide around the thick cockhead, her dark hair falling forward as she slides down slow and deliberate, tongue pressing flat against the underside in the dim room. Green top clings to her frame while saliva drips from her chin, hands steady on his thighs to control the pace during each deep bob. She pulls back gasping briefly, eyes locked upward, then plunges forward again, gulping more length with rhythmic insistence. Fingers dig into his skin as her mouth works faster, cheeks hollowing out with suction that builds tension stroke by stroke. Neck bulges slightly from the effort, spit trails connecting her lips to the glistening shaft when she surfaces for air. Throat takes it all eventually, her body rocking with the motion until he grips her hair tight.
