Hallway kneel after months apart—sucking him needy

I've waited months for this, and the second he walks through the door from our long-distance hell, I drop to my knees in the hallway, my ponytail bouncing as I grab his belt. My glasses fog up from the heat, but I don't care—I'm starving for him, red lipstick already smearing on his thick cock as I wrap my lips around it, sucking needy and deep. His hand grips my head, guiding me, and I moan around him, my big tits heaving with every bob. That moment when he pushes just a little harder, filling my mouth completely, my eyes watering behind the lenses as I take it all, tongue swirling desperately. I feel so owned, so right, clenching my thighs as I work him, begging with my throat for the release we've both craved since the airport goodbye.