She was desperate. Not for money, not for affection—just that thick cock buried in her throat while her tongue rings scraped raw. Didn’t care who heard the wet slurps or saw her fingers clawing at his thighs. Started with slow teases, then lost control when he gripped her hair and pinned it deeper. Tongue pierced like a weapon, gagging on every inch before flipping onto her back—legs spread wide on the couch where someone could’ve walked in. No lube needed. Just spit and hunger. That first deepthroat had him twitching before she even let go, then flipped around to take it doggy-style with one hand braced against the armrest.