She Plays With Herself Before Sucking Deep

Mick watches from the corner while Mickey lies sprawled across the sheets. Her fingers move slow, almost lazy, until the need hits her harder. She spreads wider, breathes heavier, and her hips start chasing her hand. He stays still a moment longer, just looking. Then he steps forward. The mattress dips as he climbs on. She looks up with wet lips and takes his cock without asking, stretching her mouth around him, throat working in one steady pull. No mercy, no pause—just raw rhythm and the wet sound of her breathing between strokes.