Control flipped the second she knelt. Dark hair tumbling over shoulders, fingers tracing his shaft before she takes the first inch. Slow, deliberate deepthroat—gagging, gulping, eyes watering but never pulling back. His cock glistens where her lips part, then she swallows him whole again. The room fills with wet sounds, her moans muffled around his thickness. Every stroke earns a shudder, every thrust a gasp until his hips start jerking forward.