Pearl tiara slips as he claims her throat

After the elegant dinner party, she slipped away with him to the shadowed lounge, her pearl tiara still gleaming under the dim lights. Kneeling before him on the plush carpet, she parted her red lips in anticipation, but he gripped her head firmly, guiding his thick cock straight into her eager mouth. Her brown waves cascaded as she took him deep, eyes fluttering shut while her tongue swirled obediently. The moment peaked when his hand tightened on her hair, thrusting rhythmically against her throat—her soft whimpers vibrating around him, lipstick smearing as she sucked harder, soaking him with her saliva. She clenched her lips, milking every inch with controlled hunger, her white shirt slipping off one shoulder in the heat of surrender.