Purple hat flies off first. Pearls dangle as fingers unbutton his shirt—no slow tease, no hesitation. She’s already on her knees before he even reacts, lips sealing around him like she owns the place (because she does). Backyard grass stains knees but not her focus; every stroke is deliberate, every gag a power move. Thick thighs straddle his face next—no apology for the weight or the demand. His hands grip those hips like they’re saving him from drowning in pleasure. She rides his tongue hard enough to leave marks while one hand works herself into a frenzy against the chair armrest. When it’s over? No cleanup needed.