Lips locked on cock, tongue swirling the head, glasses slipping down her nose under that hijab. Black outfit half-off, nails digging into thighs. She pulls back gasping—then flips around, ass high on the white sheets, cheeks yanked apart. Hands knead the flesh, cock nudging her slit before slamming in balls-deep. Room lit soft, door cracked open, her moans muffled but building. Pounding picks up, body jolting forward each stroke, tits bouncing free from the top. Sweat beads on skin, tension coiling tight until she arches hard—raw energy exploding in shudders.