You’re sitting back and she’s already between your legs. Frankie gives you the full POV treatment — that punk e-girl look, red lipstick smeared, dark eyes locked on yours the whole time. She takes it slow at first, tongue flat and teasing, then gets messier: spit running down, hand working the base, throat relaxing deeper with every pass. She pulls off just to talk shit, smiles, and goes right back down. No cuts, no camera tricks — just her mouth, the eye contact, and the wet sounds until you’re done.
