That look in her eye—like she’s been waiting all damn day—blonde hair falling forward as she swallows him whole. Thick thighs squeeze his waist, nails digging into flesh while he chokes on her tongue. She knows exactly how to work it: slow at first, then faster, gagging just enough to make him desperate. When he tries to pull back? Nope—she grips tighter, pulls him down harder until his balls slap against her chin. Then she flips onto that couch like a queen reclaiming her throne, riding like a woman who’s done this before breakfast.