Dark studio lights cast shadows as her full lips wrap tight around the shaft, tongue pressing flat before he pushes in slow and steady. Her throat opens in waves, swallowing inch after inch until her nose brushes his skin. Fingers dig into his thighs, nails biting deep as she fights to keep up, her jaw aching but her hunger louder. The wet sounds fill the room, punctuated by her choked gasps and the slick slide of skin against skin. Every thrust lands harder, her throat fluttering around the head before he pulls back just enough to let her breathe in sharp, desperate pulls.
