Leotard tease builds to mascara-running deepthroat

After her late-night dance rehearsal, she slips into bed still in her tight pink leotard, the lace hugging her large breasts as she crawls toward him with a sly smile. She starts slow, her soft lips brushing his skin, tongue teasing his tip while her hands gently cup his balls, building the tension with every lingering lick and whisper of breath, her eyes locked on his, mascara flawless for now. But he can't wait any longer; his hand grips her blonde hair, guiding her down inch by inch until he's deep in her throat, her lips stretching around him as saliva drips from her mouth. She gags softly, eyes watering, mascara starting to run in black streaks down her cheeks, her body trembling with the slow, building rhythm that makes her moan around him.