Red lips parted wide, eyes watering but locked onto his cock like she’s been waiting for this moment a thousand times before. No hesitation—just a deep breath and that first gulping swallow as he grips her hair. Tits jiggling free from whatever flimsy lace she had on earlier, nipples already hard from the anticipation. She knows exactly how to work him: tongue swirling around the head before taking another inch down, throat fluttering just enough to make him groan louder. When he finally pulls back to flip her over the stool’s edge—thwack—her ass lands right where it belongs, cheeks spread just enough for him to see what years of practice have earned her: loose and ready.