Audrey Bitoni, all thick thighs and practiced lips, drops to her knees in the pool house like she owns the place. Glasses perched on her nose, mascara already smudged from round one—she’s deepthroating him slow at first, then suddenly gone, taking every inch until he’s hitting the back of her throat. Gagging but grinning up at him through tear-streaked lashes. When he pulls out just to flip her onto the couch? Oh no—now it’s pussy time. Legs spread wide enough to fit a third man (if there was one), tongue flicking over clit before diving in like she knows exactly what makes a young guy lose his mind.