Argenta, eyes closed, feels Pete's hot breath on her face as he nears climax. She can smell his musk, taste the pre-cum on her tongue. His cock throbs, and he lets out a guttural moan, his cum shooting out, splattering her face, dripping down her chin, neck, and chest. Argenta, her heart pounding, feels a thrill run through her, the taboo act igniting a fire within. She leans in, licking Pete's cum off her lips, savoring the salty taste of his desire.