She owns the moment, kneeling submissively in the marble shower nook, blonde waves tousled, glasses perched as her mouth engulfs his rigid shaft base to tip. Tits bounce free from her tank top, nipples hard against cool tile while he stands dominant, fingers tangled in her hair guiding the rhythm — deep sucks echo off white walls, plant leaves framing the raw hunger. Switches grips on her head, thrusts pick up pace. Her jaw works overtime, saliva trailing down chin onto heaving chest. He pulls back just to slap it across her glasses — she dives right back in, moaning around the girth, begging with her eyes for the flood.
