Fedora on, heels planted, sucking veiny cock needy

I slipped into the room after our late-night date, my black fedora still perched on my head, red heels clicking softly on the floor. He was waiting, naked and hard, that veiny cock throbbing for me. I couldn't resist—I dropped to my knees right there by the red armchair, my short black dress hiking up as I wrapped my red lips around his thick shaft, tasting every pulsing vein. The lamp's warm glow lit my face as I bobbed deeper, needy whimpers escaping while I sucked him hungrily, my eyes locked on his, begging for more. My tongue swirled over the ridges, lipstick smearing messily, heels digging into the carpet as I worked him with desperate, owned devotion, craving the moment he'd fill my mouth.