She didn’t even wait for the door to close before shoving him onto the couch and ripping open her robe. Thick lips wrapped around his cock before he could blink, tongue swirling like she was starving. Lace veil half-masking her face but not hiding those desperate moans — ‘Deeper… fuck yes… take it all.’ Hands clawing at the cushions as spit drips down her chin, too far gone to care who might walk in. This wasn’t just a blowjob—it was survival.
