She’s in charge from the first drag of that cigarette, leaning back against those carved headboard posts like she owns the damn room. Thick fingers stroke slow circles around his shaft, taunting him into submission before she even looks up. No shy touches here—just practiced dominance: knowing exactly how to make him twitch at her fingertips. Cock hardens under her grip as she exhales smoke rings toward the ceiling, all while keeping one eye locked on his reaction. That smirk? Pure experience telling him he’ll be begging for more than just this handjob soon. Then comes the real show—the way she shifts position, straddling his lap without asking permission.