She picks him out of the lineup like a girl choosing fruit at the market. Her eyes land on his body and stay there. She likes what she sees. She steps closer, hips moving with purpose, and reaches for him without asking permission. Her fingers wrap around his cock and give it a slow, testing stroke. She watches his face while she does it, reading every flicker of want that crosses it. Then she drops to her knees in one fluid motion. Her mouth opens and takes him in deep, tongue working the underside with wet pressure. He feels the heat of her throat close around him. Her hand grips the base while her lips slide up and down, sucking with purpose. She pulls off just long enough to spit on the head, then takes him again, deeper this time. Her other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently as she works. She hums around him, the vibration sending a jolt straight through his spine. Her cheeks hollow with each pull. Spit runs down her chin, but she doesn’t care. She wants him hard, wants him ready. She keeps going until his thighs tense and his breath catches in his throat. Only then does she rise, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling like she already owns him.
She picks him out of the lineup like a girl choosing fruit at the market. Her eyes land on his body and stay there. She likes what she sees. She steps closer, hips moving with purpose, and reaches for him without asking permission. Her fingers wrap around his cock and give it a slow, testing stroke. She watches his face while she does it, reading every flicker of want that crosses it. Then she drops to her knees in one fluid motion. Her mouth opens and takes him in deep, tongue working the underside with wet pressure. He feels the heat of her throat close around him. Her hand grips the base while her lips slide up and down, sucking with purpose. She pulls off just long enough to spit on the head, then takes him again, deeper this time. Her other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently as she works. She hums around him, the vibration sending a jolt straight through his spine. Her cheeks hollow with each pull. Spit runs down her chin, but she doesn’t care. She wants him hard, wants him ready. She keeps going until his thighs tense and his breath catches in his throat. Only then does she rise, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smiling like she already owns him.