In a dimly lit room, a lone figure awaits, jaw slack and tongue extended. The first drop hits, and her eyes widen, welcoming the warm, salty trickle. She closes her lips around the next, savoring the taste, the texture, as it slides down her throat. Her cheeks hollow, taking more, deeper, as the stream intensifies. She's a canvas, they're the paint, and together, they create a masterpiece of oral excess.