She’s grinning like she knows something you don’t. Pierced lips wrapped tight around his cock, tongue flicking at the underside while her free hand squeezes his balls. Not begging—commanding—as he tries to pull back but she holds him there, gagging just enough to make it clear who’s in charge. When he finally spills down her throat, she swallows hard before wiping mascara-streaked tears and straddling him for round two. No lube needed here—just years of practice and a pussy that still knows how to take what it wants.
