Firefighter's helmet-on suck after the blaze

After a grueling shift battling flames, the sassy firefighter spots her buddy's bulge straining against his open fly amid the smoky aftermath. She's been eyeing him all day, teasing with winks and hip sways while hoses got handled—now it's time to put out his personal fire before the crew notices. Kneeling in her yellow gear, helmet still on, she unzips him fully outdoors, the distant crackle of embers matching her playful giggle. Her full lips stretch wide around his thick shaft, tongue swirling cheekily as she bobs with eager slurps, eyes sparkling up at him from under the brim. He groans low, hands gripping her suspenders, while she milks him slow and dirty, savoring the salty reward for their hot day's work—right there by the truck, making the real emergency her naughty break.