She dropped to her knees the second the door clicked shut behind them. No small talk, no slow undressing, just her hands already working his belt open while she looked up at him with that hungry stare. "Give it to me," she said, voice low and rough. "I want that cock in my mouth right now."
He was already hard when she pulled him free. Thick, veined, the head flushed dark. She wrapped her fingers around the base, gave one firm stroke, and leaned in. Her tongue dragged flat from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the tip, tasting the salt of his skin. She did it again, slower, letting spit gather so everything got slick fast. Then she opened wide and took the head between her lips, sucking hard right away.
A groan ripped out of him. She didn't ease into it. She bobbed straight down, taking as much as she could on the first try, throat working, spit already starting to drip from the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull. She kept one hand tight at the base, twisting and stroking in time with her mouth, while her other hand slipped between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them gently then squeezing just enough to make his hips jerk.
"Fuck, that's good," he growled. His fingers slid into her hair, not pushing yet, just holding. She moaned around his cock at the sound of his voice, the vibration making him throb on her tongue. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening shaft, then dove back down, this time forcing herself deeper until her nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. She held there, gagging once, eyes watering, before pulling back for air and diving again.
She worked him like she was starving for it. Fast, messy strokes, tongue swirling every time she came up, then plunging down again until her throat squeezed the head. Spit ran down his balls and her chin. She didn't wipe it away; she used it, letting her hand slide easier over the wet skin while she sucked the head hard and fast, cheeks hollowing, the wet sounds filling the room.
He started thrusting into her mouth, small controlled movements at first. She took it, opening wider, letting him fuck her face. "That's it," she gasped when she pulled off for a second. "Use my mouth. Fuck it." Then she was back on him, taking every thrust, tears streaking her makeup, mascara running, but she never stopped.
Her free hand dropped between her own legs. She rubbed her clit through her panties in quick circles, moaning louder around his cock every time she got herself closer. The wet sounds from her mouth and the slick noise of her fingers matched the rhythm of his hips.
He warned her once, voice tight. "Gonna come." She didn't pull away. She sucked harder, hand pumping the base, tongue flicking the underside on every upstroke. When he came, it was thick and hot, pulsing straight down her throat. She swallowed around him, kept sucking through every spurt, milking him until he was twitching and oversensitive, then finally let him slip from her mouth with one last slow lick.
She looked up, lips swollen, chin shiny, breathing hard. "Again," she said, already leaning back in. "I want more."