She starts slow, fingers tracing the ink on her nipple like she’s drawing him in. A smirk plays at those full lips—she knows what comes next. One hand grips his thigh tight enough to leave marks; the other guides him deeper until her throat works around that thick cock. No hesitation, no practice needed—just years of knowing exactly how far she can take it. The bed creaks under her weight when she flips onto all fours next, ass up and ready for whatever comes after.