Post-club kneel: I grab cock and suck needy deep

I slipped in from the steamy club, my gold bangles jingling as I kicked off my heels, still humming with that electric buzz. He was waiting on the couch, hard and ready, and I couldn't hold back—I dropped to my knees, my wavy hair falling over my shoulders, grabbing his thick cock with both hands because tonight I needed to own it, to feel it pulse against my needy lips. My mouth waters as I press my soft lips to the tip, sucking slow and deep, my eyes fluttering shut while I moan around him, hands stroking firm from base to where my tongue swirls. The teal glow from the lamp hits my skin, making me feel like his private goddess, clenching my thighs as I work him harder, begging with every slurp for him to fill my throat just right.