Cum splatters across those heavy lips first—thick ropes dripping off her chin, mascara running like she’s been crying but laughing instead. Started with slow foot circles on the couch, fingers tracing calves like she knew every inch by heart. Then legs wrapped tight around his waist as she flipped him onto his back, grinding until he lost control between her tits. Ended kneeling over him again, gulping it down like an old pro while whispering ‘that’s my boy.’