She looked right at me like she knew exactly what I needed. No games, no acting—just pure, filthy focus. She grabbed her dildo and started deepthroating it, sloppy and wet, spit dripping down her chin while her eyes stayed locked on mine.
I stroked myself while watching her moan, gag, and whisper every dirty word like she meant it. Then her fingers slipped between her legs—slow, teasing, and then suddenly faster. She was soaked. And when she squirted, I almost lost it.
But she wasn’t done. She told me when to cum. Counted me down like a good girl, soft but filthy. I exploded exactly when she told me to—imagining it landing all over her face. And the way she smiled at the end? Like she owned every drop.
