Blonde goddess

She walks in and the room shifts around her. Golden hair, full tits, that body that makes every man forget what he was saying. She smiles like she knows exactly what she does to you, and she does. She strips without hurry, letting her breasts spill free, heavy and perfect. Then she sinks to her knees, eyes locked on yours, and takes your cock in one smooth motion. Warm, wet, hungry. She works you deep, slow at first, then faster, spit shining on her lips. When she pulls back, strings of it stretch between her mouth and your shaft. She licks them away, smiles, and goes right back down. You feel the pressure building fast, too fast. She knows. She strokes you with one hand while she holds your gaze, mouth open, waiting. The first thick rope hits her tongue, then another across her cheek, then her lips. She lets it drip down her chin, still pumping you until every drop is spent. She looks wrecked and beautiful, come glistening on her skin like proof she finished what she started.