She’s got that kind of presence—the kind that makes men forget their own names. Hijab half-tossed as she kneels between his legs, cash already exchanged but the real payment coming next: a blowjob so deep it gags her first try. His hands grip her hair like reins while she fights to take every inch, gagging just enough to prove she means business. Then—without warning—she shoves him back onto the mattress. Legs spread wide over his face before he can react, ass up in the air like a queen demanding tribute. ‘You wanted this?’ Her voice drips with amusement as she grinds down hard enough to leave marks. No lube needed when pussies get this wet from years of practice.