Couch cushions groan under her weight as the silver-haired woman kneels between his thighs, lips stretched obscenely around his cock. Her left hand grips the base, twisting slow before she shoves him deeper, her throat fluttering around the tip. Eyes watering but she doesn’t pull back, chin brushing his groin as she swallows hard. Spit drips down her chin when she finally pulls off just enough to gasp for air, her tongue dragging along the underside before she dives back down. Thighs tremble where they press against the couch, her free hand clawing at his thigh like she can’t decide if she wants to push him further or beg for mercy.