Mouth open wide, eyes watering but locked on his face like she’s memorizing every second. Tongue laps at the slit before swallowing down inch after inch, throat bulging as he grips her hair. Not gentle—she knows what she’s doing. When he tries to pull out, she clamps down harder, moaning through her nose like this is just another Tuesday night routine. Flips him onto his back without breaking rhythm and straddles him slow at first—just enough to tease—before slamming down until the bed frame rattles against the wall. Tits jiggle loose from some old bra strap snapping under all that grinding.