Her spine arches off the couch as his mouth works between her thighs, silver hair splayed across the armrest. One hand grips his hair while the other claws at the cushion, her pussy already glistening before he even starts. Thick thighs tremble as he pulls her closer, tongue flattening against her clit in slow circles. She moans low, voice rough, begging him not to stop while her fingers twist in his hair. The living room lights up her flushed skin, sweat beading between her tits as he switches to deep, deliberate strokes. Her ass lifts off the couch, hips rolling against his face, and she comes with a shudder that rocks her whole body.
