Backstage of Teen kink

Aletta stands before Zenza, blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She drops to her knees without pause, mouth open, hands already at his belt. Her tongue works the length of him in long, wet strokes, lips sealing tight around the head. He grips her hair, pushing deeper, and she takes him, throat working. She moans once, the sound vibrating through him, then pulls back just enough to breathe before swallowing him again. The pace quickens. Her jaw stretches, saliva dripping to her chin, and still she holds steady, eyes lifted. When he pulls her off at last, her lips are swollen and shining.