Knees on the carpet, fingers tangled in her own hair. She doesn’t hesitate. Lips part, tongue flattens, and she swallows him whole. Throat flutters around the base, eyes watering but she doesn’t pull back. Spit drips down her chin as she bobs up and down, each stroke deeper than the last. Thighs press together, squeezing out a whimper between gulps. When she finally pulls off, her mascara’s a mess, but she’s grinning like she just won a prize. No mercy, just pure greedy hunger.