Fiona's Filthy Blowjob

Fiona Sprouts drops to her knees like she means it. Mick Blue unzips. Her mouth is already open—wet, greedy. She takes him deep in one slow slide, tongue flat against the underside, spit already stringing from her lips to his cock. She sucks hard. Eyes up. Mascara smudged at the corners. Mick’s hand finds the back of her head, fingers knotting into her hair, holding her there while she gags and keeps going. She pulls off just long enough to spit on the head, jerk him twice with both hands, then swallows him again like she missed the taste. Sloppy. No pause. Just rhythm, throat, and the wet sound of her working him raw. She doesn’t break eye contact once.