She starts with a smirk, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Dark pubes brush against his lips as she lowers herself onto his face, thighs quivering. First licks are slow—teasing—then her hips buck harder, nails digging into the couch cushions. When he can’t take it anymore and tries to pull back, she traps him there by the hair, riding until his nose is buried in her wetness. Then—without warning—she climbs off, spits on that cock like it owes her money before sinking down onto it in one smooth motion. No foreplay needed; this is just practice for someone who’s done this since before he was born.