She bobbed faster, messy, tits bouncing against him. Hand stroked what her mouth missed. When he groaned “gonna cum,” she pulled off, tongue out, pumping hard.
Thick ropes painted her face—cheeks, lips, chin. One pulse landed on her tongue; she swallowed, tasting salt, moaning low. More streaked her tits. She licked her lips, smiling up, wrecked and smug.
“Next time,” she rasped, “inside.”
