She doesn’t even look at him first—just strokes that cock like she’s been doing it since the ‘70s. Eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open as if tasting the air before diving in. That slow exhale when his tip brushes her lips—then down—her throat working like an old pro. Hands grip his ass hard enough to bruise while she pulls him deeper, gagging but not stopping. Flips him onto the massage table mid-swallow and pins both wrists above his head: