Her eyes begged yes.
So he let it happen.
And when it came.
He came f*****g everywhere.
Hot ropes shot up her face. Across her lips. Her nose. Her eyelids. Her t**s. Her tongue.
She kept jerking him through it, her hands sliding over his pulsing shaft, milking every drop while c*m dripped down her chin, splashed across her collarbone, pooled between her t**s.
He slapped her cheek again.
“Don’t stop stroking, pet.”
She didn’t.
Not until he was soft.
Not until she was shaking.
Not until her hands were coated in his seed.
He grabbed her jaw again.
“Now clean your hands, slut. Use your mouth.”
She brought one c*m-soaked palm to her lips and licked it.
Fingers to tongue.
Then the other.
Every drop.
And when she was done, she looked up at him…
Mouth open.
Tongue out.
Begging
