Deepthroat frenzy with Eleanor

Eleanor steps in, the same eager spark still lighting her eyes despite her bolder new look. She moves with quiet confidence, letting the lace hug every curve. Her lips part, wet and ready, as she sinks to her knees. She wraps both hands around the shaft and takes the head in one smooth motion, swallowing deep until her nose presses flat against skin. A thin string of spit slides down her chin, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she bobs faster, throat opening wider each time, cheeks hollowing with the effort. When she finally comes up for air, strings of saliva stretch from her lips to the tip, glinting in the light. She smiles through the mess, then dives back in, taking every inch again until her eyes water. The rhythm turns frantic. Her throat flutters and gulps, lips stretched tight, while quick, eager sounds escape with each thrust. At last she draws off, mouth open, tongue out, catching the hot release across her cheeks and lips. The thick strands slide down her jaw as she looks up, still smiling, pleased with the ruin she helped create.