Sunlight pours through the living-room curtains at 3 PM while she kneels in her tight black cocktail dress, the thin red leather collar locked snug around her throat. No words, just her glossed lips sliding down his shaft in slow, worshipful strokes. When he finally pulses she doesn’t pull away—takes the full load deep, throat working visibly as she swallows everything, then shows an empty tongue before kissing the tip clean.
