She’s been waiting all night. Arms locked in chains, legs spread just enough to show off that hungry pussy. The second he walks in, she’s on her knees, tongue out like a starved kitten—no teasing, no foreplay. Just greedy lips wrapped around him while he grips those curly locks and forces it deeper. Throat bulging under his belt buckle, mascara running like war paint as she gulps it down. This isn’t new to her. She knows every trick: deepthroating until tears well up before popping off with a wet smack of lips. Then the real fun begins—flipped onto the bed by those same cuffs, ass up for whoever wants it next.