She starts with nothing but a towel draped over one shoulder—slides it off slow, letting it pool at her feet. Blonde curls soaked from the bathwater, tits heavy and swaying as she leans in. First lick is deliberate; tongue swirls around the head before taking him deep without warning. Hands grip his ass like she owns it—because after all these years? She does. Water splashes every time he thrusts forward, but that only makes her suck harder. By the end? Her mascara’s running and he’s cumming down her throat while she gulps like an expert.