Tan lines on thick thighs flex as she kneels between his legs, lips already wet. Years of practice show in how she grips—no hesitation, just hunger. His cock disappears past those plump lips again and again, her throat working like she’s done this before breakfast. Black wristband glints under the light as she pulls back for air, mascara smudged but eyes sharp with experience. One hand strokes his balls while the other guides him deeper each time—there it goes, another swallow that makes him groan.