Silver hair spills across the orange couch as she arches her spine and grips his hair hard. His tongue works slow at first, then faster, lapping up every drop while her thighs tremble against his cheeks. One hand clutches the armrest, the other digs into his scalp, pulling him deeper until her hips lift off the cushion. A soft groan escapes her lips as her body tenses, thighs locking around his ears while her free hand covers her mouth to muffle the sounds. The red lamp flickers behind them, casting a warm glow over sweat-slick skin and the way her tits rise and fall with every ragged breath.
