Cocky Candidate

Lullu walks in like she already owns the room. Confident. Dirty. And ready to back it up. When the conversation turns awkward, she doesn’t flinch. She leans in. Her lips wrap around the interviewer’s cock without hesitation. Slow, deep, deliberate. She works him with the kind of rhythm that leaves no room for second thoughts. When she pulls back, she smiles. Then she takes him in her mouth again, tongue sliding over every inch. She keeps going until he spills across her face, thick ropes landing on her skin. She doesn’t wipe it away. She just sits there, eyes bright, mouth open, looking like she passed the only test that mattered.