Full lips hover over the swollen cock head, her hands sliding up and down the shaft with firm squeezes while heavy breathing fills the quiet bedroom air. Brown hair falls across her flushed cheeks as fingers dig into the base, pulling skin taut before she leans closer, tongue flicking out to taste the tip amid soft wet sounds. What makes her pause with eyes locked upward, makeup smudged and chest heaving under lace? Male hands guide her arms back, exposing pale shoulders and the curve of her neck while she maintains that teasing grip, skin slapping lightly against her palms. Bed creaks faintly nearby as tension builds, her exhales turning to gasps with each rhythmic stroke. She finally parts wider, drawing it toward her throat in the dim lamplight glow.