Cock Hungry Gal Ritchie First Blacked Scene

Gal Ritchie sits in front of Richard Mann, notebook on her lap, a single line running through her mind. She had planned on staying professional, yet her eyes keep drifting lower, tracking the shape that strains his trousers. She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs tighter. When he leans back, the fabric pulls, and the bulge becomes impossible to ignore. Gal bites the tip of her pen, tasting plastic, and decides ethics can wait. She drops to her knees, mouth already watering. Her hand grips the thick shaft, tongue sweeping the swollen head before she opens wide. Saliva runs down the dark length as she sucks him deeper, lips stretched and cheeks hollow. Every wet bob of her head leaves glossy trails on his skin. She slips lower, taking one heavy ball into her mouth, sucking it gently while her fingers stroke the rest. The weight of his balls fills her cheeks, the scent of sweat and musk sharp in her nose. Richard grips the edge of his chair, hips rising just enough to press against her hungry mouth. She switches to the other ball, tongue swirling, then drags it back up to his cock again. Spit drips from her chin onto her tits, catching on her nipples. She works him until the interview is a distant memory, every sound of her slurping proving how quickly she traded words for this raw, relentless need.