Her eyes half-lidded with experience, blonde hair falling forward like she doesn’t give a damn who sees. First swallow is sloppy but deliberate—throat muscles flexing as she takes it deeper than any girl his age ever did. Cock slides past those wrinkled lips until her nose brushes his skin, gagging just enough to let him know she controls the pace. Then she pulls back with a wet pop, tongue swiping across the head before straddling that same armrest like it’s an extension of his lap. Ass hovering over nothing while her tits bounce free from whatever flimsy top she wore in here. No warning—just pure hunger taking over as she grinds down hard enough to leave marks on both their thighs.