Her silver hair falls forward as she swallows his cock with practiced ease, lips stretched tight around the shaft. Older hands grip his thighs while her throat works up and down, gagging just enough to make his hips jerk forward. The couch creaks under their weight as she takes control, pulling him deeper until his cockhead hits the back of her throat—she doesn’t flinch, just swallows harder. His fingers tangle in her hair as she pulls back with a wet pop, saliva dripping down her chin before she dives back in for more. She’s not stopping until he’s emptying down her throat—without pause, just pure cock-hungry greed.
