That first look of shock on his face when she straddles him—lips parted, tongue darting out to lick her own lips before trapping his mouth against her pussy. She doesn’t even wait for him to catch up; just sinks down hard, thighs clamping around his ears as he chokes on the scent of it. The bed creaks under her weight, knees digging into the mattress as she rocks back and forth, hips rolling with practiced ease. When he finally gasps for air, breathless and gagging between her legs? She laughs—a deep, throaty sound—and lets him crawl up just long enough to flip them over.