Black lace bra clutched tight as she watches him stroke himself in the half-light of morning. One tug and it’s off—tits spill free like ripe fruit left too long on the countertop. Her mouth waters before she even reaches down. Cock hardens against his belly while her fingers trail over his thighs, slow and deliberate. No foreplay needed; this is about hunger, about forbidden desire slipping past all the rules they swore existed. She takes him deep without asking permission—throat flexes around thick girth as he grips her hair just enough to guide her rhythm. Cum splashes down her chin when he finally pulls out, but she doesn’t wipe it away.
