Your hands on my hips. My lips on your length. The city is asleep, and it’s just you and me, creating heat between cool sheets. I start slow, building pressure with oral that gets wetter, deeper, and more responsive as I feel you pulse. You moan—I go harder. You breathe faster—I don’t stop. Add a full-body massage, some back scratching, or eye contact that speaks volumes. I’m here to drain your tension and fill your night with everything you need.