This blonde knows her way around a cock—backseat of an old pickup truck, windows fogged up from years of practice. She doesn’t ask; she takes, swallowing thick strokes until her throat burns but her eyes stay locked on him. One hand gagging herself to go deeper, nails digging into his thighs as he fucks that perfect mouth. No warning needed—just experience. When he finally spills down her throat, she wipes her lips slow and smirks like it was just another Tuesday.