Sabine drops to her knees with that hungry look in her eyes, hands exploring as her lips open to welcome me in. Her warm, wet mouth takes me deeper, her tongue teasing with every slow stroke. She doesn’t rush. She owns the pace. Building it—making me harder, fuller—until there’s no turning back. The heat between us is electric. My body tenses, the pressure explodes, and Sabine swallows every drop of my release… until it’s too much to hold. It spills over—hot and thick—trailing down onto her perfect, heaving curves. The camera catches every second.