Lace bra slut kneels to own his cock after dinner tease

She'd spent the evening teasing him with glances across the dinner table, her lace bra peeking from her low-cut top, building his anticipation until they stumbled into the bedroom. Now, bottomless and kneeling on the soft sheets, she takes control, gripping his thighs as she slides her full lips over his thick cock, the condom slick under her tongue. Saliva drips from her chin, soaking her heaving large breasts barely contained in the white lace, while his hand rests firmly on her dark hair, guiding but not forcing her rhythm. In this heated moment, her eyes lock upward with confident hunger, sucking deeper with a wet slurp that echoes in the dim room, her body arching to press her tits against his legs. She works him relentlessly, tongue swirling around his balls before pulling back with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her pouty mouth to his pulsing shaft, owning every throb as he groans under her command.