About Face 3 - Scene 6

Kelly Wells works that sexy blonde act like she’s made for it: slutty on purpose and proud. She’d kiss the floor if it meant Chris Streams was already in the room. He pulls her in, fat dick bobbing, and she drops straight to her knees, mouth open like it’s her job. The head wedges against her tongue, then her tonsils get kissed by every inch until her eyes water. She doesn’t tap out—she holds and swallows like it’s warm honey. When her jaw needs a rest she spins around, parks that slick pussy on him and sinks till her thighs slap. Each rise and drop squeezes a fresh moan out of her. She’ll laugh a little breathless “God, you’re filling me up,” because praise isn’t above her pay grade. A few long strokes later she’s crawling back, lips stretched wide again, pleading with her eyes: let her taste it one more time. She coos around his cock like it’s the best secret in the room, throat working and watering, greedy for every pump. “Come on my face,” she begs, voice gone hoarse, “on my tongue, over my lips, wherever you want—just give it.” He gives her everything, and the thick ropes land exactly where she asked. She smiles up at him with the mess across her lips and chin, licking what she can reach, happy as a cat in cream.