She’s got the bedroom experience to make any cock forget its name. Standing there in that pink lingerie, fingers tracing her nipples like she owns the place—while he watches. No hesitation, no small talk. Just the slow unbuttoning of his jeans and the way her breath hitches when she sees what’s waiting for her. Handjobs first—her nails digging into his shaft as if memorizing every vein—and then those lips parting just enough to let him know this isn’t about mercy. She swirls that tongue around the head like a pro, but never fully takes him down until he decides she’s ready.
