White-haired slut kneels post-bar for deepthroat grip

I stumbled in from the bar, my white hair tousled, lipstick smudged already from the night out, craving him like fire in my veins. The door barely clicked shut before I dropped to my knees in the dim living room light, my large tits spilling out of this loose gray sweater as I yanked his pants down. He grabbed my head, fingers tangling in my platinum strands, and I opened wide, needy for that thick cock to fill my mouth right then—no waiting, just raw hunger after hours of teasing myself with drinks and thoughts of him owning me. His hand presses firm on my head, guiding me deeper as my lips stretch around him, sucking greedily with wet slurps echoing softly. My eyes flutter up, locked on his, whimpering around the girth while my tongue swirls, tits heaving with each bob. I need this, feel owned in the push, the taste flooding me until I'm dripping just from pleasing him like the slutty girl who couldn't wait another second.