She takes charge from below, pulling that cock into her mouth with eager suction on the bed. Soft blonde hair fans out over pillows, bare shoulders tense as her lips seal around the swollen head — texture slick, veiny shaft pulsing against her tongue. Shifts to the floor near metal shelving, kneeling now, thighs pressing into carpet while she works deeper, throat bulging. Hands roam his grip, skin hot and damp with sweat. Gagging pulls back strings of spit, then dives again, relentless rhythm building. Tits brush fabric sheets. Jaw strains around girth, barely fits — she owns every inch.