Fuck yeah, she growls through her teeth, sunglasses still perched low on her nose as she watches him go down. Thick thighs quiver around his head—wrinkled skin glistening under the light—while one hand grips the armrest like she’s bracing for impact. That mouth? A fucking pro: lips stretched tight over his cock later, gagging but never breaking eye contact. She knows exactly how to work it—slow at first, then grinding down hard enough to make the cushions groan.
