She's a vision, this Japanese beauty, kneeling on the lush fairway, her red lips wrapped around Tiger's engorged member. His pants discarded, he's vulnerable, exposed, yet completely enthralled. She takes him deep, her throat constricting around him, her eyes watering from the effort. Tiger's hands find her hair, guiding her, urging her on. The sun beats down on them, the world around them fading away. This is their game, their secret, played out on the perfectly manicured course.