Lips lock around his cock, seated low on that gray couch—her hands squeeze his thighs, pulling him deeper into her throat, fabric of her white tank top rubbing against denim jeans. Feels the vein pulse on her tongue. Switch: shes bent forward over the armrest, white tank hiked up, bare ass cheeks gripped hard as he slides in raw, skin slapping skin with every pump. Sweat beads on her back. On the floor later, she kneels between his legs, fingers digging into his hips while gulping him down again, saliva dripping. Ever wonder how soft her mouth feels wrapped that tight? Bodies press heavy, relentless rhythm building to explosion.