That pink boutonniere gets yanked off first thing. Black dress rides up past her thighs as she pins him down, knees digging into the couch. Lips smack together over his cock before she pulls back just enough to gasp—‘Fuck me like I’m twenty’—while her nails rake down his chest. No warning, no hesitation: tongue swirls around the head before taking half of it down her throat, gagging once before relaxing into it like an old pro. When he tries to pull away? She locks onto his belt loops and yanks, dragging him deeper until spit bubbles at the corner of her mouth.