Immediately starts sucking deeply, her lips gripping tightly as she inhales forcefully, saliva gushing from the corners of her mouth, her head tilted back with intense pleasure, eyes fluttering shut, hands pressing harder into the table’s worn surface, her firm stomach rising and falling with each powerful suck. His hand clamps down on the back of her head, fingers digging into her hair as he leans forward, moaning loudly, "God, yeah, just like that," his voice rough with desire. Her mouth tightens around his cock, tongue swirling wildly, suction intensifying, the rustic wooden table creaking beneath her grip, the dim cabin lit by soft morning light filtering through the half-open window, casting long shadows across her pale skin, every detail razor-sharp, skin textures vivid, hair flowing with each deep, wet motion.
