He didn’t expect to find her there, shirtless and smirking at the ceiling fan while pulling him down for a sloppy blowjob. Cigarette dangling from her lips, one hand wrapped around his shaft like she owns it. She knows someone’s watching but pretends not to notice—just leans in closer, gagging on every thrust. Back arches when he tries to take over; no way this is just about him. The couch cushions are soaked by the time she finally lets go, licking her lips and lighting another smoke like nothing happened.
