She Kneels to Suck My Cock and Takes a Facial

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock onto yours, her lips curl into a sly smile as she drops to her knees. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her defined eyebrows and long eyelashes. The dim glow of the room casts a sensual light on her skin, and her tattoo on her left shoulder seems to shimmer with every move.

Her hands grasp you, stroking with a rhythmic deliberateness that makes your pulse pound in your veins. Her mouth opens wide, taking you in deep, the heat enveloping you like a furnace. You can feel her tongue tracing patterns along your length, sending shivers down your spine. Her bright red nail polish seems to gleam as she strokes you faster, harder, bringing you closer to the edge.

As she edges you closer to release, her breathing becomes ragged, her movements more urgent. You can feel the tension building inside you, the ache growing until it's almost unbearable. Your hand tightens around yourself, your breath catching in your throat. And then, in a flash of white, you cum all over her face, coating her cheeks and chin with thick ropes of semen. She looks up at you, a triumphant glint in her eye. Your hand is still wrapped tight, still throbbing from the aftershocks of your orgasm. How long will you last once you start stroking again?