She needs it. Not just wants—needs—that cock down her throat like oxygen, tongue swirling around the head before taking him balls-deep without warning. Purple lighting casts shadows on her sweat-slicked skin as she moans around him, fingers digging into his legs for leverage. No teasing, no slow build—just raw hunger until he grips her hair and starts fucking that perfect mouth hard enough to make her gag. And when she pulls back? Mascara already smeared from tears of pleasure.
