She starts on her knees but it’s not enough—her dark hair falls forward as she gulps down every inch, mascara already smeared from struggling to swallow. Hands grip his ass like she owns it. When he pulls back, spit drips down her chin but she doesn’t wipe it off; just smirks and licks her lips before standing up. Red shorts cling to thick thighs as she straddles him mid-grass patch, grinding slow at first then faster until his cock disappears between those heavy tits. No warning—just raw hunger.