She starts slow, grinding down like she’s testing the weight of his cock inside her. Then—one hand gripping his shoulder, nails digging in—she rolls them both until he’s flat on his back beneath that blue blanket. Thick thighs clamp around his waist as she lifts up just enough to slam back down, hips snapping with practiced rhythm. The second he groans too loud, she knows it’s time: pushes off him mid-thrust and drops to her knees between those spread legs. No warning, no hesitation—just that wet pop of lips sealing around the head before she bobs down greedy. His hands tangle in her hair but not fast enough; by the third deepthroat gag, spit drips onto the grass below.