Blowjob for a Shy Brunette on a Floral Couch

She lets him take control. Dark hair in a loose ponytail, flushed cheeks, hands gripping his thighs. His cock slides between her lips, not too fast, not too slow—testing her limits. Her tongue flattens under the shaft, fingers curling around the base. Every tug makes her throat work. When he hits the back, she gags but doesn’t pull away. His grip tightens on her head, guiding her pace. The floral couch creaks under their shifting weight. She pulls back just enough to catch her breath, spit dripping down her chin, before diving back in with a desperate hunger.