POV: I’m about to give you some deep head

She tilts her chin down, eyes locked onto yours from beneath dark lashes, fingers curling around the back of your neck with quiet authority.

The angle pulls you in — her lips parted just enough, breath warm, the kind of stillness that precedes something deliberate and unhurried.

You feel the pressure before anything else, her grip tightening, guiding rather than forcing, and the world narrows down to exactly this moment, exactly her.