Her face twists in ecstasy the second he hits the back of her throat—throat muscles clenching around his cock like she’s been waiting years. No teasing, no warmup: just greedy hands gripping tits while he shoves deeper, fingers digging into hips when she finally moans around him. Then—flip. Ass up on the bed, legs spread wide enough to show how wet she was all along. Rough strokes bruise that tight little hole first time in. She whimpers but doesn’t fight it; knows better than to hold back now. Every slap of flesh against flesh makes her head bob forward again toward whatever’s left between her lips—cock or dick or maybe both at once if this keeps going how it started.