Fingers tangled in her red hair, he guides her mouth down his length right there on the gray sheets, attic loft shadows playing over bare skin. She sucks hard, cheeks hollowing — blindfold tight, body arched in white lingerie clinging to slim curves. Kneeling between his legs one moment, then stretched out beside him the next, hand pumping what her lips cant reach. Spit trails down his balls. Throat works visibly. Switches to licking the tip, eyes hidden but breath ragged, skin flushed under the dim light. His arm tattoo flexes as he holds her head steady. Insatiable rhythm builds, her free hand sliding between her own thighs — pussy glistening already.