Goth Slut Deepthroats Outside Until She Drips Cum

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her pale skin glistens as she takes him deep, her black hair falling around her face. Heavy makeup accentuates her features, black lipstick, winged eyeliner. The man's hairy arm grips the back of her head, his hand guiding her movements.

Her mouth stretches wide, eyes often closed or squinting in concentration. Her tongue darts out, occasionally visible as she works him. The air is thick with anticipation. At any moment, it could tip over. She's lost in the act, fully immersed in the sensations. Her body responds, her breathing changing rhythm.

White fluid begins dripping from her mouth, down her chin and onto her chest. It's too much to bear. The cum trails from her lips to her cleavage as he withdraws. She sticks out her tongue, displaying the residual cum on its surface. Your hand moves on its own, your breathing quickening. How long will you last? The image of her like that is seared into your mind. You can almost taste the cum on her tongue. Your pulse races, your heart pounding in your chest. The ache builds, demanding relief. You're on the edge, teetering. One wrong move and you'll go over.