She's a vision in knee-high socks and a mini skirt, her body a sinful invitation. Her lips wrap around his hardness, her tongue flicking out to taste him. She takes him deep, her eyes locked onto his, as she bobs her head, her hand working the base of his cock. She can feel him swelling, knows he's close. She pulls back, her breath hot on his tip, before diving back in, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. He groans, his hands tangling in her hair, and she feels him pulsing, his cum filling her mouth and dripping down her chin, coating her waiting socks.