She loves taking a dick down her throat

You're looking at someone built for a blowjob, lips parted just enough to make your pulse jump before anything's even happened yet.

You feel the pull of that gaze — direct, unhurried, like waiting is part of what's being offered to you. You notice the way the jaw relaxes, the throat exposed at exactly the right angle, daring you to imagine the rest.

You already know how this ends. You can feel it in the weight of the moment, in the heat that moves from your chest downward, in the simple, undeniable fact that you don't want to look away.