Living room glows yellow. Curly ebony hair frames her smile. Couch cushions sink under her. Cum ropes hit her cheeks first — thick, warm globs sliding over soft skin. She tilts her head, mouth parted. More blasts coat her neck, pooling in the hollow of her throat. Fabric of her tank top soaks through, clinging wet. Fingers swipe a strand, lips close around it. Sticky heat everywhere. Couch arm bears a rebel flag patch, stark against the spill. She leans back — drenched and gleaming.