Chelsea.
I was licking off every drop of c*m from the tip of his c**k like a greedy little kitten.
My tongue swirled slowly around the swollen head, wiping off every trace of wetness from his shiny cap, tasting the salty mix of his release and my own spit.
I sucked gently on the sensitive tip, milking the last beads of c*m from his slit before dragging my tongue down the thick underside, cleaning him thoroughly.
Roman watched me with dark, hungry eyes.
Then he arched my head backward with a firm grip on my hair, forcing me to look up at him.
He slapped his heavy, still-hard c**k against my swollen lips — once, twice, harder.
“You’re such a dirty little slut, huh?” he groaned, slapping his thick c**k against my mouth again, the wet sound obscene. “Look at you… on your knees under
