That blonde’s been waiting all day to sink onto something hard. She starts by teasing—licking the tip like she’s savoring ice cream, fingers tracing circles around his waistband before finally pulling it free. Stockings half-rolled down her thighs as she straddles him on the couch, those heavy tits bouncing with every grind. The first thrust has her biting her lip; second has her nails digging into his back. When he tries to flip her over, she shakes her head no—not yet—and instead drops down until he hits the back of her throat, gagging but loving it.