Living room floor. Navy dress hikes up over thick thighs as tattooed blonde drops low, mouth engulfing cock head-first. Tongue swirls the shaft, cheeks hollow out from suction—feels like velvet vice. Can you feel those soft lips stretching wide, saliva dripping down his balls? She shifts to hands-free deepthroat, dress lace scraping bare skin, her grip iron on his legs. Switches angles, throat bulging, eyes watering but punishing. Recliner nearby, forgotten—pure oral worship until he unloads.
