Kayla barely managed to lift her watery eyes. The sight was pure filth, her makeup completely ruined, black mascara running in streaks down her face, lips stretched obscenely wide around the base of my cock, thick strings of spit and tears dripping everywhere. That wrecked, desperate, ruined expression made my cock throb even harder inside her throat.
"God damn, you look so fucking good like this," I growled. "Such a perfect little cocksucker."
I pushed her down one final time, burying myself completely and holding her there until her throat spasmed wildly around me. Finally, I released her.
Kayla pulled off my cock with a loud, wet gasp, coughing and choking for air. Thick strands of saliva connected her swollen lips to my glistening shaft. She chuckled breathlessly, eyes glassy and unfocused, then collapsed onto her back on the table, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked completely spent, ruined, and utterly beautiful.
