Her silver-streaked hair spills over her shoulders as she kneels on the couch, lips wrapped tight around his cock while her fingers stroke the base. Thick veins pulse against her tongue as she hollows her cheeks, gagging softly before pulling back just enough to catch her breath. His hands tangle in her hair, guiding her deeper with each bob of her head, her throat fluttering around him. The green top clings to her chest as she shifts closer, her free hand gripping his thigh for balance. Every slow withdrawal leaves her lips glistening, her mascara smudging just enough to hint at the intensity beneath her practiced rhythm.