Tan lines from that golden dress still fresh on thick thighs as she perches on the cold porcelain. Blonde curls messy, lips parted in a gasp every time he slams up hard. No gagging here—just deep grunts and fingers digging into the armrests while she takes it all like an old pro. That first load spills across her chest, sticky and warm, but she’s not done yet—spins around mid-air to face him again before collapsing onto his lap with a satisfied groan.