Lace choker tight as tongue teases thick shaft

After a quiet evening in, she slips off her chair and kneels before him in the dim lamplight, her white lace choker hugging her neck like a secret promise. The gold necklace sways gently as she leans in, eyes locked on his with that charged hunger, ready to savor every inch without rush. Her soft lips part, tongue extending slow and deliberate to trace the thick head, saliva glistening as it drips down the shaft. She licks with intimate whispers of moans, her blue eyes fluttering half-closed in bliss, the close-up heat building as she works him deeper, choker tightening with each breathy pull.