Prompt

She slides off the chair onto her knees, glasses still on, and tugs their pants down. She takes them into her mouth in one wet slide, cheeks hollowing, looking up through the thick frames the whole time. Spit runs down her chin. She moans around the cock like she’s still trying to stay quiet and failing. She pulls off just long enough to pant: “Use my mouth. Don’t be gentle. I want it messy.” Then she goes back down, letting them fuck her throat while she keeps one hand between her own legs, fingers working her clit, the vibrator still buzzing against her. She stays on her knees until they finish—whether it’s down her throat, across her glasses, or both—then sits back on her heels, lips swollen, chin shiny, glasses fogged and streaked, and quietly says: “mmm. That was better than the vibrator.”