Lor nodded once, his hazel eyes blazing with hunger behind the mask.
She dropped to her knees, her full breasts swaying, nipples hard against the silk as it slipped further down her arms.
Her mouth was on him—hot, hungry, obscene—sucking the remaining cum off his cock like she was reclaiming stolen property.
Her throat opened for him, wet and deep, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue swirling with precision, no fumbling, no hesitation.
Every suck came with a sharp flick, every swallow bold, her hands gripping his thighs, nails biting skin, gagging herself on his cock like she wanted to erase the last woman from his memory.
Lor groaned, his hands gripping the wall, his cock throbbing painfully in her throat, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the alcove, her glossy lips glistening with spit and pre-cum.
"Fuck," he gasped, his hips bucking slightly, his vision blurring with pleasure.
