Green tank top stretched over her soft curves, straps slipping off shoulders as she leans in low. Cock throbs against her tongue. Lips stretch wide, sliding down the shaft with wet slurps, her fingers gripping his thigh. Under the desk, head bobbing steady, eyes half-shut in focus while he leans back on the green couch, breath ragged, hips twitching upward. Bedroom sheets rumpled nearby, her bare feet flexing, necklace swaying with each plunge — gagging softly, saliva dripping, unrelenting until his toes curl and grip tightens in her hair.
