Sweater lifted, she spreads legs slow and takes him

She sits, sweater pulled up just enough, thigh highs stretching over her thighs. Glasses slide down her nose as she leans in, tongue flicking out slow. Her spread legs leave nothing to the imagination—bottomless, wet, waiting. For hours, she'd teased him, let his cum glisten on her skin, now she takes control. Tonight, the trophy isn't just his cum—it's the way she makes him beg. She lifts her tongue higher, eyes locked on his, and takes him deeper, her body singing with the release she's been building. Slow, teasing, hers to command.