Dark room, wooden walls creaking like they’ve seen this show before. She’s already wet when he walks in—no foreplay needed, just the weight of experience. Fingers tracing his belt buckle first, then those skilled hands guiding him between her lips. Gagging but not stopping; she knows how to work it. When he tries to pull back? Too late—her tongue swirls around the head before she takes another inch down her throat. The bed isn’t even involved yet.