Gallery kneel: her tongue teases him after hours

After a long day in the studio, surrounded by the soft light filtering through the gallery windows, she slips off her white blouse, her choker necklace the only remnant of her poised outfit. Kneeling on the cool floor in her black pants, she gazes up at him from the POV perch, her small breasts bare and nipples perked in the intimate air. Why now? The quiet after hours has her craving this charged connection, her lips parting to take him in slowly. Her tongue traces the underside with deliberate, sensual strokes, eyes half-lidded in soft focus as she sucks gently, the wet, low-volume sounds echoing faintly against the white walls. She hums a quiet moan, body rocking subtly forward, drawing him deeper into her warm mouth, the moment charged with her devoted rhythm that builds tension without rush.