Eyes half-lidded with experience, dark hair falling over one shoulder as she sinks down slow—thick lips stretched obscenely around the shaft. Humming like a satisfied cat, fingers already working between her own thighs before he’s even halfway down her throat. Glasses perched crookedly on her nose as she pulls back just enough to lick the head with deliberate slowness—then takes him deeper without warning. Chair creaks under her weight when she stands, ass swaying in those fishnets. Black lace cups sag slightly but still hold firm—just enough give to tease what’s underneath.