Polly Yangs stands alone in a quiet room, her white tee and gray trousers cinched by a heavy silver belt buckle. She turns, drops to her knees, and works the buckle open with slow, deliberate fingers. The fabric slides down as she leans in, lips parting around the waiting cock, eyes locked upward while her throat takes every inch in one smooth, practiced motion.
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