Moans fill the dim room before lips even touch skin. She’s already wet with anticipation, fingers gripping tight like she can’t wait another second—just needs that cock buried where it belongs. No slow build-up here; this is pure, greedy suction from the first stroke. Thick shaft disappears between swollen lips while one hand cradles her jaw like she’s fighting for air but won’t stop. The sounds are sloppy, wet gasps mixing with gagd breaths as saliva drips down chin and neck. Every swallow sends a fresh wave of pleasure through both of them—no words needed beyond the filthy noises they’re making.
