Chestnut waves tumbling over flushed cheeks, the Russian siren drops to her knees and swallows him whole. His cock glides between her lips, her tongue working the underside while her fingers trace the base. She pulls back just enough to gasp for air before diving back down, her throat fluttering around the thick shaft. Each bob of her head matches the steady thrust of his hips, her free hand massaging his heavy balls. The white dress clings to her curves, the hem riding up as she shifts closer, her ass pressing against her heels. He grips the back of her head, guiding her pace as she gags but keeps swallowing, her eyes watering but never backing off. The bathroom mirror reflects her desperate hunger, the framed art forgotten as she works him into a frenzy.