Claudia takes charge, sliding her tongue along the shaft with a gleam in her eye. She takes him deep, her mouth working the tip and parting the lips around the base, slurping noisily. A string of saliva dances between them as she pulls back, cupping the balls, sucking the head. She swirls her tongue, teeth gently scraping, each movement intensified by the wet sounds emanating from her throat. Her hand strokes in rhythm, matching the bobbing of her head. She hums, sending vibrations down his length, her eyes locked on his. Sweat glistens on their skin, the room filled with the symphony of her mouth’s work. The final thrust signals an impending climax, and Claudia, with a wicked grin, guides him to her open mouth, catching the first spurt.