Her fingers wrap around his shaft before he even finishes adjusting himself. Annie Leo Darling doesn’t ask permission—she takes control. A smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she leans in, her grip TIGHTER than any first-timer’s could ever be. No teasing. No slow build-up. Just raw dominance: strokes that make his hips twitch involuntarily, knuckles brushing against slick skin every time she pulls back for emphasis. She knows exactly how hard to squeeze, where to tease the head with her thumb until he groans loud enough for the whole room to hear.