Kneeling bottomless to suck him greedy post-dinner

I dropped to my knees on the bedroom carpet the second we got home from dinner, my white t-shirt clinging to my tits as I yanked off my panties, bottomless and aching for his cock. He's lying back on the bed, that veiny shaft throbbing hard, and I lean in close, my lips parting to kiss the slick tip, tongue swirling over the glistening head while my hand grips his thigh tight. God, I need this so bad, sucking him deeper with needy moans, my pussy dripping just from the taste. As I bob my head, taking more of him in, veins pulsing against my tongue, I feel owned, like his little slut finally getting what I've craved all night. My eyes lock on his, begging for approval, my free hand sliding up to work the base, milking him slow and hungry until he groans loud.