Barbie Drains Balls To Get Help Around The House

Celtic's thumbs hammered the controller while Barbie pushed the vacuum around. Every room she hit just added another layer of irritation. Dust. Laundry. Dishes stacking like a middle finger from the sink. She killed the vacuum and stood there, hands on hips. "You could pitch in, you know." Celtic didn't even glance up. "Yeah, I'll help. But you're getting on your knees first and draining my balls dry." Barbie let out a short laugh, half disbelief, half dare. She dropped the vacuum handle, crossed the room, and sank between his spread legs. Celtic paused the game, already hard when she yanked his sweats down. Her mouth wrapped hot and wet around him, taking him deep on the first swallow. Spit slid down his shaft as she bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing, tongue working the underside like she wanted every drop. Celtic's hips lifted off the couch, one hand gripping the back of her head while the other still held the controller. "Fuck, just like that." Barbie gagged once, pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, then dove back in until his balls tightened and he unloaded straight down her throat. She swallowed every pulse, licking him clean while he groaned and the game menu music looped in the background.