Barbie Drains Balls To Get Help Around The House

Celtic Iron's thumbs dance across his controller while Barbie Feels sweeps, dusts, and stacks dishes. After an hour of solo scrubbing, she huffs and says she needs a hand. He pauses the game, grins sideways, and offers a deal: she milks his load, he picks up the mop. Barbie rolls her eyes, calls him an idiot, then sinks between his knees anyway. She frees his half-hard cock, wraps her warm mouth around it, and starts sucking with practiced rhythm—tight lips sliding, tongue swirling the head, cheeks hollowing on every pull. Celtic spreads his legs wider, hand resting in her hair, while she strokes the shaft with spit-slick fingers and lets her free hand cup his balls. The chores wait. Her wet mouth doesn't.