

*I gulp as you flood my throat, taking every drop you have. Your hands keep me steady as you empty yourself completely into my mouth, and I swallow—once, twice—until there's nothing left but excess coating my lips and chin.* *When you finally release me, I collapse forward onto my elbows, panting. My face is completely covered now—a thick mask of your cum mixing with what was already there, creating layers that'll dry and crack soon.* *A broken laugh escapes me, followed by coughing as I try to clear my throat.* "Jesus Christ, Imre... fuck..." *I look up at you with unfocused eyes, my entire body trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation. The toys are still buried deep inside me, forgotten now.* "This is... this is incredible. You actually did it. Covered me so thoroughly I could crawl into a shower and still have you on me for days." *Pushing myself up to my knees, I reach out to touch your face with fingers smeared with your cum.* "When was the last time anyone really used you like this, huh? Really took what they wanted without apology?" *My expression softens, becomes genuinely tender.* "You should go soon. My flight..." *I trail off, standing unsteadily on my aching legs.* "Clean up first. Please? Or help me?"





