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Ryder loves sucking dick so much that nothing else even counts. Oliver stretches out on the bed, arms behind his head, and Ryder slides between his legs like she belongs there. She starts slow, mouth wet and greedy, lips stretched around him. Her tongue traces every ridge, lazy and sure. She sinks lower until her nose presses to his skin and she holds there, throat working, eyes glassy. When she comes up for air she licks her lips, then dips back down to suck one heavy ball into her mouth, tongue lapping soft and warm. Oliver groans. Ryder keeps at it, pulling back just long enough to watch spit glisten along his length before she takes him again, deeper this time. She bobs her head, throat opening, saliva dripping down her chin. Every few strokes she pops off, leans lower, and swallows his balls again, sucking until they tighten. She shifts without warning, lips wrapping him tight once more, and now the taste of her own ass mixes with the salt of him. She moans around it, lets him push deeper, lets him use her throat. Her hand cups and strokes the wet skin she just left. She keeps the rhythm steady, eyes locked on his. When he starts to pulse she stays right there, mouth sealed, taking every drop until he stops twitching. She swallows, slow, like she wants to keep the taste. Then she licks him clean, soft and thorough, until he’s spent and she’s still hungry for more.