A clandestine liaison in the backseat of a car, the wife's head bobs enthusiastically, her husband's cock disappearing into her mouth. She sucks hard, her cheeks hollowing, her hand pumping the base. He grunts, thrusting upward, his balls tightening. She pulls back, looking up at him, her makeup smudged, her lipstick smeared. "Come on me," she whispers. He does, his cock pulsing, painting her face with his seed. She moans, licking her lips, her fingers cleaning the remnants from her cheeks, before sucking them clean.