Cream pie splatters across her chest and thighs, thick ropes of it glistening. She doesn’t wipe—just leans in for that slow, sloppy lap like a cat after milk. Stockings snagged halfway down her legs from riding him raw. The younger guy watches wide-eyed while she grins and drags a finger through the mess before popping it into her mouth with a wet smack. No shame in how much she takes or how messy it gets.