Street Deal Turns Into Couch Blowjob Frenzy

Leather couch creaks under her knees, black hair swinging in a braid as she leans in close, fingers wrapping firm around his shaft, lips parting to slide over the swollen head with a wet pop. Tongue presses flat underneath, tracing veins while cheeks hollow from suction — soft skin of her palm strokes what her mouth can't reach yet. She tilts her head, taking deeper, throat bulging slightly, eyes flicking up with that teasing glint. Pulls off gasping, strings of saliva connecting, then dives back for the grip-and-twist rhythm. Indoor light catches the sheen on her bare shoulders, fabric of her top bunching up against the couch edge.