Bed creaks under her knees as she massages his inked chest with oil from the green jar. Ass cheeks peek from black shorts while she works down his torso. Feet clamp his shaft next — toes curl, skin slaps lightly with each stroke, his breathing turns ragged. She leans in closer. Lips part around the tip, tongue swirling slow before sucking deep. Wet gulps echo in the room, head bobbing steady. Hands brace his thighs, pulling him in further. Throat works visibly, gagging sounds mix with his low groans. Room's warm light catches sweat on her skin. She doesn't stop, mouth locked on, rhythm building fast.
