The red dress slips off one shoulder as she grips the banana, lips stretched wide around the thick stem. Saliva glistens on her chin while her throat pulses around it, gagging but refusing to pull back. Dress pooled at her waist, one heavy breast spills free as she leans into it harder. Her mascara runs with every swallow, fingers digging into her own thighs for leverage. No toys, no tricks — just a woman and what she can take.