Lydia worked quietly, carefully clearing the table. She stacked the used plates and silverware back onto the trolley with precise, professional movements, but her eyes kept drifting back to the scene in front of her.
She couldn't look away.
Heena was on her knees, her head held firmly in Alex's grip as he thrust slowly but deeply into her mouth.
"Hmph… hmph…" Heena made desperate, choked noises around his thick cock, her eyes watering as tears slipped down her cheeks.
She was struggling to take his full length, her throat visibly bulging with every deep thrust, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gripped his thighs tighter, determined to take everything he gave her.
Alex looked down at her with dark satisfaction, his hand tangled in her damp hair as he controlled the pace.
"That's it… you're good," he praised, voice low and rough.
"Your mouth feels so fucking good. So warm and tight… taking me so deep like a perfect little slut."
