Alley Tease: She Kneels and Milks Him Slow

In the dim glow of the alley behind the pulsing club, she sinks to her knees on the gritty pavement, fishnets hugging her thighs like a promise. The collar around her neck tightens with her quickened breath as she gazes up, parting her lips to welcome him deeper, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around the throbbing head. She's his now, letting the anticipation build as she savors the taste, her small breasts heaving with each teasing suck. Cum from his earlier release glistens on her chin and drips onto her exposed skin, but she doesn't rush—her mouth works him with languid strokes, drawing out the tension until he grips her hair, her whimpers vibrating against him as she milks every drop of pleasure before the final hot spill.