She grins like she knows exactly what she’s doing—thick lips parted, tongue peeking out as he steps closer. No hesitation; one hand grips his belt while the other guides him in slow. Gagging at first, but not for long—her practiced throat relaxes, swallowing hard until he bottoms out. Fingerprints smudged mascara? Check. Hair slightly messy from running hands through it? Double check. She pulls off with a wet pop, leaving him breathless before wiping her mouth and standing up like nothing happened.