Spencer's Sucking Skills

The second their daughter’s car rolls out the driveway, the house goes quiet and heavy, ripe with possibility. Spencer Scott smirks, drops to her knees right there on the welcome mat, and tugs open Ryan’s fly like she’s been waiting weeks. His cock spills out already stiff, and she wraps a warm hand around the base, gives it one cocky stroke just to feel it throb. Then she opens wide and sinks him straight to the back of her throat in a single greedy swallow. Ryan hisses, grabs a fistful of her hair, and starts feeding it to her in slow, filthy thrusts. Spit runs down her chin and drips onto her bare tits, but Spencer doesn’t miss a beat—she just moans around his shaft, the vibration making him curse, and works her throat like it’s been starving for this exact moment. Ryan growls something low and approving, then pushes deeper, balls tight against her chin, fucking that talented mouth until the whole world feels like nothing but wet heat and raw, overdue need.