Darien's hungry gaze meets Ross's as she drops to her knees, ready to please. Her skilled tongue teases his length, tracing the veins and swirling around the head. She takes him in, inch by inch, until he hits the back of her throat. Ross groans, fisting her blonde hair as she bobs up and down, her saliva coating his cock. Darien's eyes flutter closed as she savors his taste, her own arousal growing. Ross's grip tightens, and with a final, forceful thrust, he spills his load onto Darien's waiting face, her expression a mix of surprise and pleasure.