She’s been doing this since before he was born. Graying roots peeking through blonde streaks, hands gnarled but sure as hell gripping him tight. The couch cushions muffle her moans as she rolls his nuts between her teeth like they’re the last jellybean in the jar. He tries to pull away, but she won’t let go—not until he’s gasping for air, not until her lips are slick with spit and pre-cum. Then she looks up at him, all mascara and half-smile, knowing exactly what comes next.