That smirk never leaves her face. Glasses perched crookedly on her nose as she teases him with a slow blink, lips already wet and parted. First taste? A choked gasp, fingers digging into his thighs. She’s been doing this since he was in diapers—knows exactly how to work that throat. Reverse cowgirl next: stockings snagged on the couch fabric, tits bouncing like they’re made for slapping. Then back to those knees again—cock sliding past her tonsils while she moans around it, mascara smeared but still flipping him onto his back for creampie duty.