Glasses fogging as I deepthroat him post-party

We've been flirting all night at the party, my thighhighs peeking under my skirt driving you wild. Back in the hotel room, the tension snaps—I can't wait anymore. Still buzzed and needy, I push you onto the bed's edge and sink to my knees on the soft rug, my glasses fogging slightly as I gaze up at you, begging with my eyes. My lips stretch around your thick cock, taking you deeper with each hungry bob, my tongue swirling as I moan softly against you. Your hands in my hair guide me, and I love it, clenching my thighs together while I work you relentlessly, dripping with anticipation for what's next.