That look in her eye—like she’s been doing this since before you were born. Thick blonde hair framing a face half-melted into pleasure, mascara smeared but still staring like she owns the place. One hand gripping his thigh, nails digging in just enough to let him know who’s really in charge here. The garage door hums open behind them, but neither of them cares—her mouth is too busy swallowing every inch while her free hand teases herself between those heavy thighs. Young guy’s hands tangled in that wild mane as he fucks her throat slow at first, then harder when she starts gagging just right.