Lovely Olivya

Olivya walks into frame, her blonde hair catching the light. She smiles, almost shy, but there's something else behind it. The kind of smile that says she's already thinking about what's next. She drops to her knees without hesitation, wrapping her hand around him, stroking once before taking him into her mouth. She works slow at first, then faster, her lips tight, her tongue pressed flat underneath. Every sound she makes is wet and eager. She looks up once, eyes half-lidded, then goes back to it like she needs it. When he's ready, she stays right there, mouth open, catching everything across her face in thick streaks. She doesn't flinch. Just lets it happen, lips parted, breathing through it. A small laugh escapes her afterward, like she's proud of the mess. She wipes one corner of her mouth with her thumb and grins.