Years of knowing exactly what throbs under her touch — this blonde's hands own that cock, gliding from base to tip, squeezing the balls until they tighten. Green bedspread rumpled beneath his spread legs. She works it steady, relentless rhythm making veins pulse. Fingers curl around the head — slick, swollen, ready to burst. Her experience shows in every twist, every pull that draws out the tension. Nails flash red. Bracelet slides with the motion. He tenses, hips bucking involuntary. Jaw clenched, eyes half-shut in that building agony-ecstasy.