Lips seal tight around his shaft, tongue swirling the head while hands pump the base. Kitchen chair creaks under him as she kneels, socks hugging her calves, bare ass peeking from hiked dress. He grabs fistfuls of blonde hair, guiding her down until throat bulges. She gags soft, eyes watering, but pushes forward. Fabric of his shirt brushes her forehead with each bob. Switches to chair perch, her pussy grinding his thigh before mounting fully, skin slick with sweat, bodies slapping loud on wood floor.