Plunged into darkness, the only sense guiding him is hearing. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working his cock are his only reference, aural stimuli heightening his pleasure. She's a master of her craft, her tongue flicking, her lips tight, creating a symphony of sensation that makes him forget about the lack of visuals. It's just him, her mouth, and the music they create together, a nasty, intimate concert that leaves him breathless and spent.