This one’s got experience written all over her. Pink-streaked hair dripping wet, tattoos glistening under bathroom lights, she drops to her knees like she’s done this a thousand times before—and boy, has she. He pins her there, fingers tangled in that thick mane as she gulps and chokes on his cock. The mirror fogs up from their breath but not from shyness; this is just how they do things. She knows exactly when to pull back for air and when to let him bury himself deeper until those pretty lips are stretched obscene around his shaft. No hesitation here—just years of practice paying off.