She’s been doing this since before you were born. Blonde hair messy, lips stretched obscenely around that thick cock—eyes watering but still staring right at him like she owns the place. Coughing, spitting, but not letting go; just grips tighter when he tries to pull out. Then she flips onto her back mid-cough, legs hooked over his shoulders while he pounds into that wet pussy from behind—couch springs squeaking under their weight. By the time he flips her again for a face full of cum, there’s mascara smeared down her cheeks and a satisfied smirk playing on those practiced lips.